Her governance of her mind became infected and it became not necessary to think it necessary to drag her mind away.
She had not visited Field’s since she had left. Mr. Sturgiss and Mr. Field had written to her reproaching her for carrying to such lengths of neglect her desertion of them, and she had responded banteringly but without a call. One day (she had lain much awake on the previous night) she at breakfast told Harry she had the idea of going that afternoon to see how Field’s was getting on.
She was surprised at his supplement to his reply. The children had left the room. He first agreed with her that the idea was good. “Yes, rather; why not?” was the expression he used. He then said, surprising her, “Rosalie, you’ve never, have you, regretted?”
Her surprise framed for her her reply. “Why ever should you ask that?”
“I’ve thought you’ve not been looking very well lately.”
“But what’s the connection, Harry?”
“Fretting?”
She smiled. “I’m not the fretting sort.”
He was perfectly satisfied. “I knew you’d tell me if you were. Everything going well?”
“Fine.”