I cannot tell you how sorry I am, when I see how you have compelled yourself to come and speak to me when you are so ill." She staggered into a chair, for with all her wish for his speedy dismissal, she was obliged to be seated.

His hand was upon the bell.
"No, don't!" she said.

"Wait a minute." His eyes, bent upon her with a look of deep anxiety, touched her at that moment, and she was on the point of shedding tears; but she checked herself, and rose again.
"I will go," said he.

"It is the kindest thing I can do.

Only, may I write?
May I venture to write and urge what I have to say more coherently ?" "No!" said she.