‘There, David,’ she said, ‘that will ward off any beginnings of attack.
Just a spoonful, dear. Oh, oh! not _all_!’ for he had swallowed half
the contents at a single gulp as usual; ‘another dose before you go to
bed, and the balance in the morning, first thing when you wake.’
She turned to her guest, who put the tumbler down for her upon a
table at his elbow. She had heard them speak of the east wind. She
emphasised the warning she had misinterpreted. The private part of the
conversation came to an abrupt end.
‘It is the one thing that upsets him more than any other--an east
wind,’ she said, ‘and I am glad, Mr. Sanderson, to hear you think so
too.’