Also he waited for more, knowing it would come more easily if he waited silently.
It came.
"Boy--I gave up something, which was more than life itself to me, for the sake of another, and I can't get over it.

I know I did right, and yet--I can't get over it." The doctor leaned forward and took the clenched hands between his.
"Can you tell me about it, Jeanette ?" "I can tell no one, Deryck; not even you." "If ever you find you must tell some one, Jane, will you promise to come to me ?" "Gladly." "Good! Now, my dear girl, here is a prescription for you.

Go abroad.
And, mind, I do not mean by that, just to Paris and back, or Switzerland this summer, and the Riviera in the autumn.

Go to America and see a few big things.

See Niagara.