So she sent maids to his room with nourishing broths at odd and unexpected moments, and she presented him with so many boxes of quinine that their disposal became a problem until Shiela took them off his hands and replaced them in her mother's medicine chest, whence, in due time, they returned again as gifts to Hamil.
"Dear Mrs.Cardross," he said, taking a vacant chair beside her hammock, "I really am perfectly well and perfectly acclimated, and I enjoy every moment of the day whether here as your guest or in the saddle with your husband or in the office over the plans--" "But you are always at work!" she drawled; "we never see you." "But that's why I am here," he insisted, smiling.
"Neville," she interrupted calmly; "no boy of his age ought to kill himself.

Listen to me; when Neville and I were married we had very little, and he began by laying his plans to work every moment.

But we had an understanding," she added blandly; "I explained that I did not intend to grow old with a wreck of a man.

Now you may see the result of our understanding," nodding toward her amazingly youthful husband.
"Beautiful, isn't it ?" observed Cardross, still looking through his field-glasses.

"There's a baby-show next week and I'll enter if you like, my dear." Mrs.Cardross smiled and took Hamil's hand flat between her fair, pudgy palms.
"We want you here," she said kindly, "_not_ because it is a matter of convenience, but because we like you.