'Forgive me for seeming so rude.' Her eyes were more dazed than ever, and she more mysterious, with her unbound hair.
'You oughtn't to lie with your arms outside the covers like that,' said Althea.

'It's most important not to get chilled.

I'm afraid you don't know how to take care of yourself.' She smiled a little, gentle and assured, though inwardly with still a tremor; and she drew the clothes about the invalid, who had relapsed passively on to her pillows.
'I'm afraid I don't.

How very kind of you!' she murmured again.
Althea brought a glass of water and, selecting her little bottle, poured out the proper number of drops.

'You were feeling ill last night, weren't you ?' she said, after the dose had been swallowed.