“The morning is a long way off, the night has to be got through first.” Suddenly she remembered her panic and had a faint recrudescence of fear. “I’ve so many things on my mind. I wish you could ensure me a good night.”
“But I can,” he said eagerly. “I can easily.”
“And without after-effects?”
“Without any bad after-effects.”
“The bromide! but it always makes me feel dull and stupid.”
“Veronal?”
“I am frightened of veronal.”
“Adolin, paraldehyde, trional, a small injection of morphia?”
“But it is so late. You would have to get anything from a chemist.”
“No, I shouldn’t. I’ve got my case.”