Olga gave in without further protest.

But she did venture to say as he released her hand, "Please don't bother about bringing me anything! I couldn't possibly take it." "Leave that to me!" said Max brusquely.
He left her then, to her unutterable relief.

There was no doubt about it; she was feeling very ill, so ill that the business of undressing was almost more than she could accomplish.

But she did manage it at last, and crept thankfully into bed, laying her throbbing head upon the pillow with the vague wonder if she would ever have the strength to lift it again.
From that she drifted into a maze of pain that blurred all thought, and from which she only roused herself to find Max once more by her side.

He was watching her closely.
"Is your head very bad ?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered.
"I've got some stuff here that will soothe it," he said.
"Just drink it down, and then see if you can get a sleep." His tone was so gentle that had her pain been less severe Olga might have found room for amazement.