"If you wish." "That settles it," said Ross, with a forced, pained smile.

"We'll neither of us touch it.

I was getting into the habit of taking too much--not really too much--but--Oh, you understand." "That's the way father feels about it," said Theresa, laughing.

"We never drink at home--except mother when she has a spell, and has to be kept up on brandy." Ross threw his arm up to hide his face.

"Let me sleep, do," he said gently..