Looking him squarely in the face she saw at once that he was speaking the truth.

He was not drunk.

He was ill,--very ill.

The strained anguish on his features proved it.
"Hadn't you better come inside the bar and sit down ?" she suggested, in a low tone.
"No, thanks--I'd rather not.

I'll stand just here." She gave him the brandy he had asked for.