The last thing her brain registered was the close, unvarying grip of a hand upon her wrist....
It was many hours--it might have been years to Olga--before she awoke.
Very slowly her clogged spirit climbed out of the deep, deep waters of oblivion in which it had been steeped.

For a long time she lay with closed eyes, semi-conscious, not troubling to summon her faculties.

At last very wearily she opened them, and found Nick seated beside her, alertly watching.
"Hullo!" she murmured languidly.
"Hullo, darling!" he made soft response.

"Had a nice sleep ?" She stared at him vaguely.

"What are you sitting there for ?" "Taking care of you," said Nick.
She frowned, collecting her wits with difficulty.