It is foolish in me to think anything else.

Besides, he is not well.

He is growing too fast." And indeed, Hughie's pale, miserable face gave ground enough for this opinion.
"That boy is not well," she said to her husband.
"Which boy ?" "Hughie," she replied.

"He is looking miserable, and somehow he is different." "Oh, nonsense! He eats well enough, and sleeps well enough," said her husband, making light of her fears.
"There's something wrong," repeated his wife.

"And he hates his school." "Well, I don't wonder at that," said her husband, sharply.