Lovering was filling three glasses as he reached the table.

Seizing one of them, he went back quickly to Blanche; but she waved her hand, saying: "No, no, Ellis; it isn't wine that I need, only cooler air." "Don't be foolish," replied Whitford, with visible impatience.

"Take a few sips of wine, and you will feel better." Lovering, with a glass in each hand, now joined them.

He saw the change in Blanche's face, and having already observed the exhilarated condition of Whitford, understood its meaning.

Handing the latter one of the glasses, he said: "Here's to your good health, Miss Birtwell, and to yours, Ellis," drinking as he spoke.