If anything, he allowed himself too much scope in vituperation, but it was a fault on the right side.

The only circumstance that troubled him was when his eye fell upon Lilian, and he saw her crying with excitement; a fear passed through his mind that she might be overwrought and fall into hysterics, or faint.

The occasion proved indeed too much for her; that night she did not close her eyes, and the next day saw her prostrate in nervous exhaustion.

But she seemed to pick up her strength again very quickly, and was soon hard at work canvassing among the electors' wives.
"Don't overdo it," Denzil cautioned her.

"Remember, if you are ill, I shall mope by your bedside." "I can't stop now that I have begun," was her reply.