"You're Mrs. Wilton's sister, perhaps."
"I am."
"Give her one of these every half-hour, till she falls asleep."
"Yes, Sir."
"Don't let her talk; but she won't, though. If she gets incoherent,--says wild things,--talks of what you can't understand,--send for me; I live next door."
"Is this all for her?"
"Enough. Do you know her?"
"I never saw her until to-night."
"The brother? Monstrous fellow."
"Until to-day."