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The night of the conversation in the smoking-room, when Mr. West scrambled below in the dark -- not knowing, as he subsequently explained it, whether he stood on his head or his heels -- was the occasion of a curious incident in Miss West's cabin. Each day as she grew stronger and better, recovering energy and appetite, Mrs. Leach became worse, and the weather to correspond. She sustained existence on Brand's essence and champagne, and counted the hours until they were in the Mediterranean -- not that even the tideless sea can be reckoned on in October. Mrs. Leach felt miserably ill, peevish, and envious; and when Madeline came down to go to bed, she asked her to get her a bottle out of her dressing-bag -- "something to make her sleep."
"Shall I hand the bag up to you?"