And there was no other way.

All the same I shall despise myself when I get time to think." The doctor took the paper with a smile.

"When that time comes I shall argue with you, though argument rarely affects feeling.

To my mind you are doing an eminently sensible thing." He opened the paper and peered at it under the lamp; looked quickly up at the girl's eager face and then from her to the paper again.
"What is it ?" she asked anxiously.
"Why--I don't know.

Where did you get this ?" "In the secret drawer of father's desk." "Was the prescription always kept there ?" "Yes." The doctor folded the paper again and handed it to her.