I'm coming back: but now I must be getting on.

First, I'm going to get something to eat.

Where's the whisky ?" Dunwody for the time left him, and began moodily to pace apart, up and down the gallery.

Here presently he was approached by Jeanne, the maid.
"Madame will speak to you!" announced that person loftily, and turned away scornfully before he had time to reply.

Eager, surprised, he hastened up the stair and once more was at her bedside.