I have brought you some milk and brandy." "Oh, but I never take brandy," she said, collecting herself with a little smile and rising.

"It's very kind of you, Jeff.

But I can't drink it, really.

It would go straight to my head." "You must drink it," said Jeff.
He presented it to her with the words, but Doris backed away half-laughing.
"No, really, Jeff! I'll go and have a hot bath.

That will do quite as well." "You must drink this first," said Jeff.
There was a dogged note in his voice, and at sound of it Doris's brows went up, and her smile passed.
"I mean it," said Jeff, setting cup and saucer on the table before her.
"I can't run the risk of having you laid up.