I wish"-- he frowned--"you wouldn't look so done up over it." "Oh! I am all right." "I brought you a book this morning.

Mercifully I left it in the drawing-room, so it hasn't been in the lake." He drew it from his pocket.

It was a French novel she had expressed a wish to read.
She exclaimed, "How did you get it ?" "I found Mariette had it with him.

He sends it me from Vancouver.

Will you promise to read it--and rest ?" He drew a sofa towards the window.