Langholm handed him the tumbler, and a few more drams went down to do the only good--the temporary good--that human aid could do for Severino now.

His eyes brightened.

He lay still and silent, collecting strength and self-control.
"I was ill; she brought me flowers.

I never had any constitution--trust a Latin race for that--and I became very ill indeed.

With a man like you, a chill at worst; with me, pneumonia in a day.