One moment both her eyes were looking straight into mine; the next, one of them rolled round until it looked out of the uttermost corner, leaving the other gazing steadily forward.
She was evidently conscious of the change, for she turned her head away quickly and reddened somewhat.

But it was no time for thoughts of personal appearance.
"You can save him, doctor! You will not let him die! He must not be allowed to die!" She spoke with as much passion as if he had been the dearest friend that she had in the world, which I suspected was far from being the case.

But her manifest terror had its uses.
"If anything is to be done to save him," I said, "it must be done quickly.

I will give him some medicine at once, and meanwhile you must make some strong coffee." "Coffee!" she exclaimed.

"But we have none in the house.