Mary came hurrying in.
“What is it?” she asked in alarm.
“I want you to bring me a cup of strong tea—no, a good brandy sling will be better, I am really chilly.”
Mary brought the brandy.
“I wanted to go out, but when I tried to get ready I found I could not stand, and if I fail after this brandy has warmed me up I want you to do the errand for me.”
“What is it?”
“I want you to hurry down town and see if you can see where Max has gone.”
“Why,” said Mary, “I can’t leave you alone.”
“Go on, I say. I can take care of myself,” Irene said angrily, at the same time making another effort to arise, but this time sinking back in a dead faint.
“Oh! oh! Such a time as I do have with her, she so fretful,” said Mary. “I do wonder what has come between those two anyway; they quarrel all the time lately, and she so sick, too. Oh, dear, I wonder if she’s going to die?”