The things we do!

Where's the whisky?"
Dunwody for the time left him, and began moodily to pace apart, up
and down the gallery. Here presently he was approached by Jeanne,
the maid.
"Madame will speak to you!" announced that person loftily, and
turned away scornfully before he had time to reply. Eager,
surprised, he hastened up the stair and once more was at her
bedside. "Yes?" he said. "Did you wish me for anything?"
Josephine pushed herself back against the head board of the bed,
half supported by pillows. With her free hand she attempted to put
back a fallen lock of dark hair. It was not care for her personal
appearance which animated her, however, although her costume,
arranged by her maid, now was that of the sick chamber. "Jeanne,"
she said, "go to the armoire, yonder. Bring me what you find
there. Wait," she added to Dunwody. "I've something to show you,
something to ask you, yes."
Jeanne turned, over her arm now the old and worn garments which
Sally earlier had attempted to remove.


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