There is some of that excellent boiled rice of yours here.

You will feel better when you have had some." She trembled at the sound of his voice.

Could he make her eat also against her will, she wondered?
"Come!" said Nick again, in a tone of soft wheedling that he might have employed to a fractious child.

"It'll do you good, you know, Muriel.

Won't you try?
Just a mouthful--to please me!" Reluctantly she uncovered her face, and looked at him.