"The General seems to have changed his mind about our engagement, Enid."
"Yes; he told me so," she answered meekly.
"He says we are not to consider ourselves engaged."
"Yes."
"I am very sorry that he should take that view——"
"Don't be sorry, please!" she said, quickly interrupting him. "I think that it is better so."
"Better, Enid?"
"Yes. He says that I am not strong—and it is true. I feel very weak sometimes, not strong enough to bear much, I am afraid. If I were to become an invalid, I should not marry." She spoke gently, but with great resolution.
"That is all a morbid fancy of yours," said Hubert. "You will be better soon. After this summer, the General talks of winter in the Riviera. That will do you all the good in the world."
"I think not," she answered quietly. "I am afraid that I am not so likely to recover as you think. And, if not, nothing on earth will induce me to marry any man. Remember that, Hubert—if I am not better, I will not marry you. I intend to join the sisters at East Winstead."