MURRAY. At last? It can't be twelve yet. (He leadsher to the pile of stones on the left.) I haven't heard the village clock.
EILEEN. I must have come early. It seemed as if I'd been waiting for ages. I was so anxious——
MURRAY. How your hands tremble! Were you frightened?
EILEEN (forcing a smile). A little. The woods are so black—and queer-looking. I'm all right now.
MURRAY. Sit down. You must rest. (In a tone ofannoyed reproof.) I'm going to read you a lecture,young lady. You shouldn't ever have done this—running a temp and—— Good heavens, don't you want to get well?