"Drink!" he said with insistence.
She tried feebly to resist.

Her teeth chattered against the glass.
"Drink!" Max said again relentlessly.
Olga stooped swiftly forward and slipped a supporting arm around her.
Violet drank a little, and turned to her, weakly sobbing.
"Allegro, send him away! Send him away!" "Yes, dear, yes; he's going now," murmured Olga soothingly.
Max gave the glass to Nick with the absolute detachment of the professional man, and proceeded to take Violet's pulse.

He watched her closely as he did so, with shaggy brows drawn down.
Violet gazed at him wide-eyed.

She was no longer sobbing, but she shivered from head to foot.
"Yes," said Max at last, in the tone of one continuing an interrupted conversation.

"Well, now you are going back to bed." Violet shrank against Olga.