She lay quite still a moment. Presently she said, “Give me some brandy or whiskey!”
Rand was silent and confused.
“I forgot,” she added half bitterly. “I know you have not that commonest and cheapest of vices.”
She lay quite still again. Suddenly she raised herself partly on her elbow, and in a strong, firm voice, said, “Rand!”
“Yes, Mornie.”
“If you are wise and practical, as you assume to be, you will do what I ask you without a question. If you do it AT ONCE, you may save yourself and Ruth some trouble, some mortification, and perhaps some remorse and sorrow. Do you hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Go to the nearest doctor, and bring him here with you.”
“But YOU!”
Her voice was strong, confident, steady, and patient. “You can safely leave me until then.”