At length the doctor came and offered her morphia, but she refused it, with feverish emphasis.
"No, no, no! I don't want to sleep. I am expecting a friend."
"Won't it do in the morning?" he said persuasively.
Her grey eyes flashed eager inquiry up at him.
"He is here?"
The doctor nodded.
"He has been here some time, but I hoped you would settle down. I want you to sleep."
Sleep! Cynthia almost laughed. How inexplicably foolish were even the cleverest of men!
"I will see him now," she said. "And, please, alone," as the doctor made a sign to the nurse.
He moved away reluctantly, and again she almost laughed at his imbecility.