It was a difficult and a trying situation for two lovers. Their
voices changed momentarily to the tone of alarm and consternation,
and then grew firm again. Sophia showed life but not reason. Lily
could feel the poor old lady's heart.
"Well, there's nothing for it!" said Dick, briefly, when all their
efforts failed to rouse her.
"What--shall you do?"
"Go straight home as quick as I can on three tyres. We must get
her over to this side, and you must hold her. Like that we shall
keep the weight off the other side."
He pitched back the tool-bag into its box. Lily admired his
decision.
It was in this order, no longer under the spell of the changing
beauty of nocturnal landscapes, that they finished the journey.
Constance had opened the door before the car came to a stop in the
gloom of King Street. The young people considered that she bore
the shock well, though the carrying into the house of Sophia's
inert, twitching body, with its hat forlornly awry, was a sight to
harrow a soul sturdier than Constance.
When that was done, Dick said curtly: "I'm off. You stay here, of
course."
"Where are you going?" asked Lily.
"Doctor!" snapped Dick, hobbling rapidly down the steps.
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