her reddened back and shoulders. It felt as though red-
hot needles were stinging along her skin. Her head
swam dizzyingly. She looked at Marc, her eyes filling
with tears.
“Oh, good God!” he groaned, and the next minute had
picked her up into his arms and was carrying her, like a
child, into the house.
CHAPTER SIX
The doctor was back next day and tut-tutted over her,
waving his small hands and talking rapidly in Greek to
Pallas.
“He says you have been very silly,” Pallas translated,
smiling sympathetically.
Kate had had a bad night. She had tossed restlessly,
her whole body apparently on fire. “I didn’t realise the
sun was so hot,” she said wearily, on the point of tears
again. She could not understand why she felt so
emotionally disturbed. The slightest thing made her
burst out crying.
The doctor bent over, shaking his head and spoke
again.
Pallas translated again. “He says that the sun was
unusually hot yesterday, but you should never go to
sleep in the sun at any time. And he says,” she paused,
listening, “he says that the lotion should help, but the
pain will be bad for another day or two. And you are to
stay in bed and do absolutely nothing until he comes
again. It is an illness which makes you depressed, like
influenza, so try not to cry.”
Kate looked up at the doctor and smiled faintly.