She shook him, and he sprang up, fully roused now.
“Ah!” he muttered. “Giddy from the blow.”
He took a step or two aside, and caught the back of a chair.
“You are going!” she said mockingly.
He looked at her sharply.
“You will not go,” she said. “It is all a braggart’s boast, to hide the cowardice in your heart.”
“What!” he cried wildly.
“A man who is going to fight does not tell his friends for fear they should stop him.”
“No,” he groaned. “I’m not myself. What have I said?”
“Coward’s words,” she cried, “to frighten a weak girl. You bade me poison you to end your miserable life.”