"Allegro, send him away! Send him away!"
"Yes, dear, yes; he's going now," murmured Olga soothingly.
Max gave the glass to Nick with the absolute detachment of the professional man, and proceeded to take Violet's pulse. He watched her closely as he did so, with shaggy brows drawn down.
Violet gazed at him wide-eyed. She was no longer sobbing, but she shivered from head to foot.
"Yes," said Max at last, in the tone of one continuing an interrupted conversation. "Well, now you are going back to bed."
Violet shrank against Olga. "Let me stay with you, Allegro!" she murmured piteously.
"Of course you shall, dear," Olga made quick reply.
But in the same instant she saw Max elevate one eyebrow and knew that this suggestion did not meet with his approval.
"You will sleep better in your own room," he said. "Come along! Let me help you."
He put his arm about her and lifted her to her feet; but she clung fast to Olga still.