She grew calmer as she ate and drank.

Her reason seemed to be returning to her.

There was no such violent hurry.
Hadn't she better think things over, in the clear daylight?
The woman had been ill now for nearly six weeks: a few hours--a day or two--could make no difference.

It might alarm the poor creature, her unexpected appearance at such an unusual hour--cause a relapse.

Suppose she had been mistaken?
Hadn't she better make a few inquiries first--feel her way?
One did harm more often than good, acting on impulse.