Patty was smiling, amused at the very idea. "I measure one
table-spoonful of brandy into a tumbler and put three or four
table-spoonfuls of water to it. If you think that is too much brandy,
Mr. Tamlyn, I will put less."
"Oh, nonsense," said old Tamlyn. "It's hardly enough."
"She has the same with her supper," concluded madame.
Well, old Tamlyn could make nothing of his suspicions. And he came home
from Jenkins House and told Knox he thought they must be both mistaken.
"Why did you speak of it to madame?" asked Dr. Knox. "We agreed to be
silent for a short time."
"I don't see why she should not be told, Arnold. She is straightforward
as the day--and Lettice Lane seems so, too. I tasted the beef-tea they
gave her--took a cup of it, in fact--and I tasted the physic. Madame
says it is impossible that anything in the shape of drugs is being given
to her; and upon my word I think so too."
"All the same, I wish you had not spoken."
And a little time went on.