He shrugged his heavy shoulders. "If you won't pay any heed to your doctor's orders——"
"You know I won't."
"Then you've got to pay the piper."
"Haven't you got anything that will make me sleep?"
"Were the pains bad?"
"Pretty stiff. Will they get worse?"
"I'm afraid so, my dear."
"More dope, then, please."
"Dangerous."
"Well?" She smiled up into his face, pleadingly, temptingly. "Well, Bob?" Her voice dropped. "What's the difference? Since it's a hopeless case. Don't be an inquisitor and sentence me to torture in the name of your god, Science," she whispered.