She was twice obliged to pour back into the phial what she had just emptied forth, as the trembling of her hands caused her each time to drop too much; at last, having succeeded in getting the exact number of drops, she handed him the glass, the contents of which he eagerly drank.
"There!" said he, "thank you; now, perhaps, I may sleep.

I have not slept for two nights--such has been my anxiety about that man; nor you either, my child--I have kept you awake also.

You can sleep, though, without drops.
To-morrow, when you are prepared to start, wake me, if I am asleep, and let me speak to you before you go.

Remember, Lizzie, frighten him if you can! Tell him, I am ill myself--that I can't survive this continued worriment and annoyance.

Tell him, moreover, I am not made of gold, and will not be always giving.