My face revealed to him what was passing in my mind.
"You have seen a person who has taken Nitrate of Silver!" he exclaimed.
"Have _you ?_" I asked.
"I know the price I pay for being cured," he answered quietly.
His composure staggered me.

"How long have you been taking this horrible drug ?" I inquired.
"A little more than a week." "I see no change in you yet." "The doctor tells me there will be no visible change for weeks and weeks to come." Those words roused a momentary hope in me.

"There is time to alter your mind," I said.

"For heaven's sake reconsider your resolution before it is too late!" He smiled bitterly.

"Weak as I am," he answered, "for once, my mind is made up." I suppose I took a woman's view of the matter.