He was nervously polite, and apologized for having an appointment.

She noticed that he looked tired and ill; but there was another look in his face that robbed it of the pathos of illness, and she saw that too.
"Nevill," said she, "I wish you'd go away for a bit." "Where do you want me to go to ?" "Oh, anywhere." She considered a moment.

"You'll be ill if you stop here.
You ought to go ever so far away.

A sea-voyage would be the very thing." "It wouldn't do me much good to go sea-voyaging by myself." For a second her face brightened.

"No--but--I shall be quite strong in another fortnight--and then--I could go out to you wherever you were, and we could come back together, couldn't we ?" There was no answer.
"You might go--to please me." He laughed shortly.