I am more distressed than I can tell you.
You know what he is to me! Do send me some word.

He was so cheerful and well yesterday that I cannot believe it can be serious.

Native gossip always magnifies everything.
If it is all right to speak to him about business, will you remind him that a deputation from the farmers is due at the store this morning to receive his final answer as to the price of wheat this year.

As far as I know his intention is to offer one-fifty a bushel, but something may have come up to cause him to change his mind.

Unless he is very ill, I would rather not take this responsibility upon myself.
Do let me have word from you.
G.S.
"Anybody can write letters," said Ambrose.