So, please, take it away! Give it to Granny Grimshaw! It would do her more good." She smiled again suddenly and winningly with the words.

After all it was absurd to be vexed over such a trifle.
But, to her amazement, Jeff's face hardened.

He stepped to her, and, as if she had been a child, took her by the shoulders, and put her down into a chair by the table.
"Doris," he said, and his voice sounded deep and stern above her head, "I may not get much out of my bargain, but I think I may claim obedience at least.

There is not enough brandy there to hurt you, and I wish you to take it." She stiffened at his action, as if she would actively resist; but she only became rigid under his hands.
There followed a tense and painful silence.

Then without a word Doris took the cup and raised it unsteadily to her lips.