Evelyn caught the sound and misunderstood it.
"There now, I'm tiring you, talking too much. I'm sure you ought to be having something or another, even though you are better."
She consulted her paper; and returning with the medicine-glass half filled, held it to his lips, raising his head with one hand. But at the first sip he jerked it back abruptly.
"Tastes queer. Are you sure it's the right stuff?"
"Yes. Of course."
"Better look and see."
She took up the bottle, and examined it close to the light. There was an ominous silence.
"Well?" he asked in pure amusement.
"It—it was the—lotion for your eyes!"
The last words came out in a desperate rush, and there was tragedy in her tone. But Desmond laughed as he had not laughed since his parting with the Boy.