Men crowded round and
overpowered her adversary. Someone took the frenzied girl by the
shoulders and forced her to relinquish her clutch.
She turned and looked straight into Wingarde's face, and at the sight
her nerves gave way and she broke into hysterical sobbing, though she
knew that he was safe.
He put his arm around her and led her from the stifling tent. People
made way for them. Only their hostess and Archie Neville followed.
Outside on the lawn, away from the buzzing multitude, Nina began to
recover herself. Archie brought a chair, and she dropped into it, but
she held fast to Wingarde's arm, beseeching him over and over again not
to leave her.
Wingarde stooped over her, supporting her; but he found nothing to say
to her. He briefly ordered Archie to fetch some water, and made request
to his hostess, almost equally brief, that their car might be called in
readiness for departure. But his manner was wholly free from agitation.
"My wife will recover better at home," he said, and the lady of the
house went away with a good deal of tact to give the order herself.
Left alone with him, Nina still clung to her husband; but she grew
rapidly calmer in his quiet hold.
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