"Thank you, yes--much better."
"Then why do you hold on to the chair?"
"I am still a little giddy--but it will pass." And "Charmian
--you forgive--"
"Yes--yes, don't--don't look at me like that, Peter--and--oh,
good night!--foolish boy!"
"I am--twenty-five, Charmian!" But as she turned away I saw that
there were tears in her eyes.
Dressed as I was, I lay down upon my bed, and, burying my head in
the pillow, groaned, for my pain was very sore; indeed I was to
feel the effects of George's fist for many a day to come, and it
seems to me now that much of the morbid imaginings, the nightly
horrors, and black despair, that I endured in the time which
immediately followed, was chiefly owing to that terrible blow
upon the head.