The chemist had joined his assistant and was busy dispensing drugs behind his counter.
"You can go in to the young lady, if you like," he remarked to Tavernake.

"I dare say she'll feel better to have some one with her." Tavernake passed slowly into the inner room, closing the door behind him.

He was scarcely prepared for so piteous a sight.

The girl's face was white and drawn as she lay upon the couch to which they had lifted her.

The fighting spirit was dead; she was in a state of absolute and complete collapse.