CHAPTER XXXII. DONOVAN'S.
After a moment's thought Hartley took a flask from his pocket, into which he had dropped a sleeping potion, and offered it to the child.
"Drink, my dear," he said; "it will do you good."
It was a sweet wine and pleasant to the taste. Althea drank considerable.
"What is it? It tastes good," she said.
"It is a cordial," answered Hartley.
"I like it. I will ask mamma to get some. How long is it? Are we most there?"
"Almost."
"I feel very sleepy," said Althea, drowsily, the potion having already begun to attack her.
"Lean back and shut your eyes. I will tell you when we have arrived."