So drink that, and be sensible!" He pulled out a drawer with the words, and she watched him, fascinated, as he made his selection.

He glanced up after a moment.
"Olga, if you don't swallow that stuff soon, I shall be--annoyed with you." She raised it at once to her lips, feeling as if she had no choice, and drank with shuddering distaste.
"I always have hated _sal volatile_," she said, as she finished the draught.
"You can't have everything you like in this world," returned Max sententiously.

"Come over here by the window! Now you are to do exactly what I tell you.

Understand?
Put your own judgment in abeyance.

Yes, I know it's bleeding; but you needn't shudder like that.