'I thought that you looked ill.' 'Last night ?' 'Yes, don't you remember?
I sat next you in the dining-room.' 'Oh yes; of course, of course! I remember now.

You had this dress on; I noticed all the little silver tassels.

Yes, I've been feeling wretched for several days; I've done hardly anything--no shopping, no sight-seeing, and I ought to be back in London to-morrow; but I suppose I'll have to stay in bed for a week; it's very tiresome.' She spoke wearily, yet in decisive little sentences, and her voice, its hardness and its liquid intonations, made Althea think of wet pebbles softly shaken together.
'You haven't sent for a doctor ?' she inquired, while she took out her small clinical thermometer.
'No, indeed; I never send for doctors.

Can't afford 'em,' said the young lady, with a wan grimace.

'Must I put that into my mouth ?' 'Yes, please; I must take your temperature.