But at the stroke of six he was up and ready to be off again.
"He gave me that.

Take it with you and put some on his hair.

He likes it, and I do so want to help a little," she said, slipping the pretty flagon into his pocket with such a wistful look Mac never thought of smiling at this very feminine request.
"I'll tell him.

Is there anything else I can do for you, Cousin ?" he asked, holding the cold hand that had been serving him so helpfully.
"Only this if there is any sudden change, promise to send for me, no matter at what hour it is.

I must say 'good-bye'".
"I will come for you.