I must order you a glass every hour." There was a little laugh.

But Paul, who knew these people, was quite alive to the difference of feeling toward himself.

They still accepted his care, his help, his medicine; but they were beginning to doubt him.
"There is your own prince," he went on fearlessly to the man whose hand he was binding up.

"He will help you when there is real distress." An ominous silence greeted this observation.
Paul raised his head and looked round.

In the dim light of the two smoky lamps he saw a ring of wild faces.