The next morning she looked ill and then she had to endure Wilbur's solicitude.
"Poor girl, you overworked writing your splendid book," he said.

Then he suggested that she spend a month at an expensive seashore resort and another horror was upon Margaret.

Wilbur, she well knew, could not afford to send her to such a place, but was innocently, albeit rather shamefacedly, assuming that she could defray her own expenses from the revenue of her book.

He would never call her to account as to what she had done with the wealth which he supposed her to be reaping.

She was well aware of that, but he would naturally wonder within himself.