She brought him a pint of wine.
"Pledge me," said he, with a miserable attempt at a smile.
She put the cup to her lips, and sipped a drop or two; but her dove's eyes were looking up at him over the liquor all the time. Griffith soon disposed of the rest; and asked for more.
"Nay," said she, "but I dare not: the doctor hath forbidden excess in drinking."
"The doctor! what doctor?"
"Doctor Paul," said she, demurely. "He hath saved your life, sir, I do think."
"Plague take him for that!"
"So say not I."
Here she left him with an excuse. "'Tis milking time, sir: and you shall know that I am our dairymaid. I seldom trouble the inn."
Next day she was on the window-seat, working and beaming. The patient called to her in peevish accents to put his head higher. She laid down her work with a smile, and came and raised his head.