She must have had a terrible fright--one that might have killed a more timid woman! "What on earth did you do that for!" I asked Croisette presently, my anger certainly not decreasing the more I looked at her beautiful face.
"You might have killed her!" In charity I supposed his nerves had failed him, for he could not even now give me a straightforward answer.

His only reply was, "Let us get away! Let us get away from this horrible house!" and this he kept repeating with a shudder as he moved restlessly to and fro.
"With all my heart!" I answered, looking at him with some contempt.
"That is exactly what we are going to do!" But all the same his words reminded me of something which in the excitement of the scene I had momentarily forgotten, and that was our duty.

Pavannes must still be saved, though not for Kit; rather to answer to us for his sins.

But he must be saved! And now that the road was open, every minute lost was reproach to us.

"Yes," I added roughly, my thoughts turned into a more rugged channel, "you are right.
This is no time for nursing.