A slight feeling of nausea was perceived and then came another throb stronger than the first, and with a faint suggestion of pain.

This was followed by a sense of physical depression and discomfort.
"What's the matter, doctor ?" asked his wife, who saw something unusual in his manner.
"A feeling here that I don't just like," he replied, touching his temple with a finger.
"Not going to have a headache ?" "I trust not.

It would be a bad thing for me today." He slowly lifted his cup of coffee and sipped a part of it.
"Late suppers and late hours may do for younger people," said Mrs.
Hillhouse.

"_I_ feel wretched this morning, and am not surprised that your nerves are out of order, nor that you should be threatened with headache." The doctor did not reply.

He sipped his coffee again, but without apparent relish, and, instead of eating anything, sat in an unusually quiet manner and with a very sober aspect of countenance.
"I don't want a mouthful of breakfast," said Mrs.Hillhouse, pushing away her plate.
"Nor I," replied the doctor; "but I can't begin to-day on an empty stomach." And he tried to force himself to take food, but made little progress in the effort.
"It's dreadful about Archie Voss," said Mrs.Hillhouse.
"Oh he'll come up all right," returned her husband, with some impatience in his voice.
"I hope so.