He clung the tighter to her, and kneaded her fingers in a way that was almost maddening.

Never in all her life had a man presumed to take such a familiarity with her.

But her woman's wit did not desert her.

With her disengaged hand she felt for and took out a large pin that fastened a bit of lace to her throat, with the desperate intent to give her tormentor a sly stab that would change the current of his thoughts.
But at the moment of carrying this into effect something caused her to look up, and she saw Dr.Denslow standing before her, with an amused look in his kindly, hazel eyes.
She desisted from her purpose and restored the pin to its place in obedience to a sign from him, which told her that he thoroughly understood the case, and had a more effective way of dealing with it than the thrust of a pin point.
"I'm very much afraid that this is a dangerous case we have here, Miss Bond," he said in a stage whisper, as if very anxious that the patient should not overhear.

"Yes, a very dangerous case." Jake grew pale, released Rachel's hand, turned over on his side and groaned.
"Do you really think so, Doctor ?" said Rachel in the same tone.
"Yes, really.