I have sal volatile in my room--stuff to take for a cold.

I only want to get off my wet things and go to bed--I can sleep now.
Don't be frightened about me.' She staggered when he put her gently down inside her own door, but recovered herself courageously, lighted her candles, laughed at her own disordered appearance, bade him go at once and look after himself.
He kissed her hand reluctantly.
'Till to-morrow.' She looked at him alarmedly.

'Will! But you have promised me.

You are going away to-morrow.' He did not reply.

His eyes were roving round the chamber, dimly lighted by the two candles.