"It does matter very much," I declared, earnestly.
He held the little bottle making ready to open it, and met my eyes. "Why?"
"Would you take it if she were here?"
"I don't know;" and he heaved a deep sigh.
"Think that she is here, and then you daren't take it."
He laughed. "Daren't I?" and he partly unscrewed the cap.
I put my hand on his arm. "For her sake," I said.
"It means hours of hell to me if I don't."
"It means a life of hell if you do."
"I must."