She turned, smiled feebly and gave him her hand again.
"You forgive me?" she asked.
"Forgive--what for? The thing was hopeless from the beginning. I was a fool to try to start anything, but it made me sore--to see the old rooster walk off with this money--under my very eyes--and he hasn't got it yet," he finished boyishly.
"What are you going to do?"
Rowland rose and put the glass on the washstand.
"I'm going to get out of here if you don't stop talking--at once--or tell your nurse."
"My nurse?"
"The Johnny whose bed you're lying on. He'll make you keep quiet."
"What will he do?"
"Give you more dope, for one thing----"