She put the glass on the table, and spoke to Jack.
"What makes you so curious to see what the dose is ?" she said.

"Do you think you are likely to want some of it yourself ?" His eyes looked longingly at the poison.

"It cures you when you are tired or troubled in your mind," he answered, repeating her own words.

"I am but a little fellow--and I'm more easily tired sometimes than you would think." She passed her handkerchief over her forehead.

"The fire makes the room rather warm," she said.
Jack took no notice of the remark; he had not done yet with the confession of his little infirmities.