By and by he paused, then slowly looked up with pained, incredulous eyes.
"This is some horrible dream!" he groaned and, feeling his way to the Major's armchair, sank into it heavily.
"He swoons!" exclaimed Miss Marty.

"One moment--a glassful of the Fra Angelico!" She ran to the cupboard, found decanter and glasses, poured out a dose and came hurrying back with it.

He declined it, waving her off with a feeble motion of the hand.
She appealed to Mr.Basket.

"Will _you_, sir ?" Mr.Basket confessed afterwards that for the moment, excusably perhaps, he lost his presence of mind.

She had motioned to him to administer the dose.