"I shall make you sit in the big chair by the fire while I give you something to drink.

It is only half-past six." Then with fond severity she pushed him into a comfortable _bergere_, and, leaving him, gave an order to her maid in the next room to bring some brandy.

But before it came Moravia went back again, and drawing a low stool sat down almost at Henry's feet.
The fire and her gentleness were soothing to him, as he lay there huddled in the chair.

The physical reaction was upon him from the shock and he felt almost as though he were going to faint.
Moravia watched him anxiously for some time without speaking--he was so very pale.

Then she got up quickly when the maid brought in the tray, and pouring him out some brandy she brought it over and knelt down by his side.
"Drink this," she commanded kindly.