It was horrible for you." He smiled at her wistfully.
"It's very kind of you to take it like that," he said.

"After all"-- frankly--"you could not have remained with us very long without finding out our particular skeleton in the cupboard.

My wife's state of health--or, rather, what she believes to be her state of health--is a great grief to me.

I've tried in every way to convince her that she is not really so delicate as she imagines, but I've failed utterly." Now that the ice was broken, he seemed to find relief in pouring out the pitiful little tragedy of his home life.
"She is comparatively young, you know, Miss Tennant--only thirty-seven, and she willfully leads the life of a confirmed invalid.

It has grown upon her gradually, this absorption in her health, and now, practically speaking, Molly has no mother and I no wife." "Oh, Doctor Dick"-- the little nickname, that had its origin in his slum patients' simple affection for the man who tended them, came instinctively from her lips.