"The truth is, Malcolm, you have not been like yourself for months--you are ill or worried, and you do not wish us to take any notice.

Well, you shall have your way, but it is a little hard on us both." "Mother, there is nothing that I can tell you.

You know I have said that before.

One must have worries in this life--" But Malcolm checked himself as Anna came back into the room.

She was rather quiet and subdued all dinner-time, though she tried to appear as usual.