Against his remonstrance, so soon as she saw how it was with him, Mrs.Claire sent off the domestic for their family physician; who on learning the causes which led to the condition in which he found his patient, hesitated not to say that he must, as he valued his life, give up the night tasks he had imposed upon himself.
"Other men," said Claire, in answer to this, "devote quite as many hours to business." "All men are not alike in constitution," returned the physician.

"And even the strongest do not make overdrafts upon the system, without finding, sooner or later, a deficit in their health-account.

As for you, nature has not given you the physical ability for great endurance.

You cannot overtask yourself without a derangement of machinery." How reluctantly, and with what a feeling of weakness, Claire acquiesced in this decision, the reader may imagine.
The morning found him something better, but not well enough to sit up.
Mrs.Claire had, by this time, recovered in a measure her calmness and confidence.

She had thought much, during the sleepless hours of the preceding night, and though the future was far from opening clearly to her straining vision, her mind rested in a well-assured confidence that all things would work together for their good.