She turned to Hanaud; unconsciously familiar words rose to her lips.
"Is it straight ?" she asked.

And Hanaud laughed outright, and in a moment Celia smiled herself.
Supported by Hanaud she stumbled down the stairs to the garden.

As they passed the open door of the lighted parlour at the back of the house Hanaud turned back to Lemerre and pointed silently to the morphia-needle and the phial.

Lemerre nodded his head, and going into the room took them away.

They went out again into the garden.