Sydney rose and walked impatiently up and down the floor.
"Sydney," said her sister presently, "there is some wine and glasses on the cabinet there. Will you give me a few drops? Perhaps it may rally my fainting strength."
Sydney went to the cabinet and found a flask of port wine and delicate little crystal glasses.
She poured a little into a glass and looked over at her sister.
Her eyes were still closed, and she looked death-like and pallid as she lay there in her velvet dress and rich surroundings.
A terrible look came into Sydney's face. She put her hand into her bosom and drew out a little vial, unstoppered it, and poured a few drops into the wine.
Then she crossed the room to Queenie's side. Her eyes were burning with some inward fire.
"Here, Queenie," she said, "drink your wine."