Gradually the glassy look passed from her eyes, the long lashes drooped.
Max held out the empty glass to Olga.

"You go back to bed now," he said.
"She will sleep for some time." "I can't leave her," Olga whispered.
He was lowering the senseless girl upon the pillow and made no reply.
Having done so, he stooped and set his ear to her heart for a space of several seconds.

Then he stood up and turned quietly round.
"You can't do anything more.

Thanks for fetching that stuff! Why didn't you put on your slippers as I told you ?" His manner was perfectly normal.

He left the bedside and took up the medicine-bottle, holding it against the lamp.
"Are you sure she will be all right ?" whispered Olga.
"Quite sure," he said.
She turned her attention to the bottle also.