"I can't eat," she said.

"Indeed, I can't." "Well, you can drink," he answered.

"You shall not leave this house alive unless you have a pint of milk with a little dash of what Patsy calls 'oh-be-joyful' in it." He left the room for a moment, while she sat watching the door as a prisoner might watch for the return of a friendly jailer.

He had a curious influence over her.

It was wholly different from that of Orlando.