“Yes, I have!” answered Miss Sillon. “What is the matter, Miss Waters? You look absolutely done up. Who’s sick?”
“Oh, no one special!” cried Miss Waters, in mortal terror lest this acute young woman should penetrate the mystery.
Miss Sillon asked no more questions, but fetched a small flask and gave it to Miss Waters.
“Call on me, you know, if you want anything,” she said. “I’m awfully practical!”
“Oh, no, thank you!” said Miss Waters. “I—I—I have a trained nurse and a doctor waiting....”
“He’s groaning now,” she said. “Is that a good sign, do you think?”
Miss Waters shook her head.
“Here’s the brandy,” she said.
“How do you give it?” asked Rosaleen. “With water? Hot? Out of a spoon?”