"It is a liquid."
"And its color, madame?"
"White."
"Is it clear? Has it a sediment?"
"It is perfectly clear, like water?"
"How often does she take it?"
"Once every day, in the evening."
"Does she take it willingly?"
"Quite willingly."
There was a brief silence here, and I observed Ronald pass his hands across his eyes. It was he who was asking these questions, and Rivers did not interpose.