The doctor says it's the climate.

We are going early in the morning.

Everything's packed.

See how cold I am getting out here! You'll come in with me now, won't you ?" Coaxing and helping him, she at last succeeded in getting him to bed.
The blood on his handkerchief told its own story.
She straightened the room, drew a screen between him and the fire, and then went to the bed, where he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Sinking on her knees beside him, she broke into heavy, silent sobs.