Now he was cold, sober.
"Not now," he replied, with a sigh of relief, still holding Aileen firmly.

"Go out and close the door.

Call a doctor.

Wait in the hall.
When he comes, call me." Aileen, conscious of things being done for Rita, of sympathy being extended to her, tried to get up, to scream again; but she couldn't; her lord and master held her in an ugly hold.

When the door was closed he said again: "Now, Aileen, will you hush?
Will you let me get up and talk to you, or must we stay here all night?
Do you want me to drop you forever after to-night?
I understand all about this, but I am in control now, and I am going to stay so.