Then the door which he had left ajar closed quietly, and she knew that he had come back into the room.
She drew herself together, striving desperately to subdue her agitation.
He came to her side and stooped over her.

"I want you to drink this," he said.
She glanced up at him swiftly, and as swiftly looked away.

"Don't bother about me!" she said.

"I--am not worth it." He passed the low words by.

"It's only milk with a dash of brandy," he said.