Why! Where am I?"

"You fainted away, Miss Durant, and we brought you here," explained the
nurse, once again applying the salts. The woman rose and went to the door.
"She is conscious now, Dr. Armstrong."

As the doctor entered Constance tried to rise, but a motion of his hand
checked her. "Sit still a little yet, Miss Durant," he ordered
peremptorily. From a cupboard he produced a plate of crackers and a glass
of milk, and brought them to her.

"I really don't want anything," declared the girl.

"You are to eat something at once," insisted Dr. Armstrong, in a very
domineering manner.

He held the glass to her lips, and Constance, after a look at his face,
took a swallow of the milk, and then a piece of cracker he broke off.

"How silly of me to behave so," she said, as she munched.

"The folly was mine in letting you stay in the room when you had had no
dinner. That was enough to knock up any one," answered the doctor. "Here."
Once again the glass was held to her lips, and once again, after a look at
his face, Constance drank, and then accepted a second bit of cracker from
his fingers.

"Do you keep these especially for faint-minded women?" she asked, trying
to make a joke of the incident.