And he will not be rung for to-night." Isabel made a sharp movement of dismay.

"But--but--I always have the draught sooner or later.

I must have it.

Eustace, I must! I can't do without it! I never have done without it!" Eustace's face did not alter.

It looked as if it were hewn in granite.
"You are going to make a beginning to-night," he said.