"You have seen a person who has taken Nitrate of Silver!" he exclaimed.
"Have you?" I asked.
"I know the price I pay for being cured," he answered quietly.
His composure staggered me. "How long have you been taking this horrible drug?" I inquired.
"A little more than a week."
"I see no change in you yet."
"The doctor tells me there will be no visible change for weeks and weeks to come."
Those words roused a momentary hope in me. "There is time to alter your mind," I said. "For heaven's sake reconsider your resolution before it is too late!"
He smiled bitterly. "Weak as I am," he answered, "for once, my mind is made up."
I suppose I took a woman's view of the matter. I lost my temper when I looked at his beautiful complexion and thought of the future.