What's that?
Tea?
Ugh! it's chocolate.

Push it out of sight, will you?
I can smell it." Leila set the delicate cup on a table behind her.
"What time did you return this morning ?" she asked, stifling a yawn.
"I don't know; about five or six.

How the devil should I know what time I came in ?" Sitting there before the mirror of her dresser she stole a second glance at his marred features in the glass.

The loose mouth, the smeared eyes, the palsy-like tremors that twitched the hands where they tightened on the arms of his chair, became repulsive to the verge of fascination.

She tried to look away, but could not.
"You had better see Dr.Grisby," she managed to say.
"I'd better see you; that's what I'd better do," he retorted thickly.
"You'll do all the doctoring I want.