On top of all their horror flicked this little sanity.
Nurse did not come that night to settle Mrs.Morel down.

Paul went up with the hot milk in a feeding-cup.

It was nine o'clock.
She was reared up in bed, and he put the feeding-cup between her lips that he would have died to save from any hurt.

She took a sip, then put the spout of the cup away and looked at him with her dark, wondering eyes.

He looked at her.
"Oh, it IS bitter, Paul!" she said, making a little grimace.
"It's a new sleeping draught the doctor gave me for you," he said.