He stared at the bottle. It was placed on a bracket in his sight.
"What did the doctor say to-day?" asked Humphrey.
"Said it was wonderful—the strength. There's nothing to stop him living three or four days yet."
"D'you want him to?"
"My God, no! I'd—I'd do all a woman could do to end it."
Humphrey regarded her searchingly.
"Will he come to his consciousness again?"
"I asked the doctor the same question. He said he might, but it was doubtful."
The sick man groaned. Agony had long stamped its impress on his face.
"When is he to have the medicine?"