The girl squirmed uncomfortably. “I suppose you want me to give up cocktails,” she murmured in a die-away voice.
“Absolutely.”
“And try to get along with no stimulants at all?”
“By no means. Fresh air and exercise ad lib.”
“And to stop the headache powders?”
“Right; go on.”
“And to stop thinking about my symptoms?”
“Good! I didn’t reckon on your inherent sense in vain.”
“And to walk where I have been riding?”
“Rain or shine.”