“What would have happened if I hadn't arrived?”

“I can't think,” said Lucy again.

“When he insulted you, how would you have replied?”

“I hadn't time to think. You came.”

“Yes, but won't you tell me now what you would have done?”

“I should have — ” She checked herself, and broke the sentence off. She went up to the dripping window and strained her eyes into the darkness. She could not think what she would have done.

“Come away from the window, dear,” said Miss Bartlett. “You will be seen from the road.”

Lucy obeyed.