He sat down on the bed, and took her hand.

She had never had but the one ring--her wedding-ring.
"When were you poorly ?" he asked.
"It was yesterday it began," she answered submissively.
"Pains ?" "Yes; but not more than I've often had at home.

I believe Dr.Ansell is an alarmist." "You ought not to have travelled alone," he said, to himself more than to her.
"As if that had anything to do with it!" she answered quickly.
They were silent for a while.
"Now go and have your dinner," she said.

"You MUST be hungry." "Have you had yours ?" "Yes; a beautiful sole I had.

Annie IS good to me." They talked a little while, then he went downstairs.