- but that will not quite do for either of us.”
“Why not?” I cried in an ecstasy. “My darling, it will do for me! It is more than I dared to hope for; thank God, thank God, that you should care for me at all!”
She shook her head.
“You do not understand,” she whispered.
“I do. I do. You do not love me as you want to love.”
“As I could love -”
“And as you will! It will come. It will come. I’ll bother you no more about it now. God knows I can afford to leave well alone! I am only too happy - too thankful - as it is!”
“There, old fellow,” said he; “swallow that, and if you don’t get some sleep the chemist who made it up is the greatest liar unhung.”
“What is it?’ I asked, the glass in my hand, and my eyes on those of my companion.
“I don’t know,” said he. “I just told them to make up the strongest sleeping-draught