Still--I don't know.

I call her a sick woman." Mrs.Dale could not easily resign the sense of importance which attends the care of a very sick person, even though Arabella Forsythe's appetite had unquestionably improved.
"We've telegraphed again for her son," she went on, "though I must say she does not seem to take his absence much to heart.

They are the sort of people, I think, that love each other better at a distance.

Now, if I were in her place, I'd be perfectly miserable without my children.

I don't know what to think of his not writing to her.