Perhaps some silly love-affair.
However, we shall not see her again before your marriage; she is going away in a day or two.

The change of air may possibly yet restore her,--I own, though, I fear the worst.

At this time of the year, and in your climate, such complaints as I take hers to be are rapid.

Good-day.

We may meet this evening." Terror-stricken at these barbarous words, Mainwaring no sooner reached his lodging than he wrote and despatched a note to Fielden, entreating him to call.
The vicar obeyed the summons, and found Mainwaring in a state of mind bordering on distraction.