But it is time I gave him the medicine, and you must go." Deringham did not move, but watched his daughter as she took up the glass and phial.

"It is important that he should have the draught ?" he said.
"Yes," she said in a voice that thrilled a little as she stood very straight before him.

"I think it would make all the difference between--a girl without a dowry, and the mistress of Carnaby." Then she pointed as it were commandingly towards the door, and Deringham went out with a white face, as though she had struck him upon it, while Alice Deringham shivered and sank down limply into the chair.
She sat still for a moment with eyes that shone mistily and a great sense of humility, and then, rousing herself with an effort, moved towards the bed and touched the sick man gently.

He opened his eyes as she did so, and there was no glitter in them now, but a dawning comprehension.

He seemed to smile a little when she raised his head.
"You must drink this," she said.
Alton made a gesture of understanding, and drained the glass, then let his head fall back, and feebly stretched out his hand until it touched her fingers.