"Will you drink to my happiness, General?"
She was very handsome. "To our happiness," he said, eagerly, and unexpectedly, as he took the glass.
Hilda, pouring out more wine for herself, stood suddenly transfixed. Derry spoke from the threshold. "Dr. McKenzie has asked you repeatedly not to give my father wine, Miss Merritt."
He was breathing quickly. His hat was in his hand and he wore his fur coat. "Why are you giving it to him against the Doctor's orders?"
The General interposed. "Don't take that tone with Miss Merritt, Derry. I asked her to get it for me, and she obeyed my orders. What's the matter with that?"
"Dr. McKenzie said, explicitly, that you were not to have it."
"Dr. McKenzie has nothing to do with it. You may tell him that for me, I am not his patient any longer."
"Father—"
"Certainly not. Do you think I am going to take orders from McKenzie—or from you?"
"But, Miss Merritt is his nurse, under his orders."