"He has no fever, no ague-fit, no aches and pains.

He is not in bed, and has no bitter draughts to swallow.

Yet is he not well, any more than I, though but just now, in the dining-hall at the Elephant, I ate like a starving wolf, and could at this moment jump over this table.

Shall I prove it ?" "No, no," said his sister, in growing distress.

"But, if you love me, tell me at once and plainly--" "At once and plainly," sighed the painter.