"I am afraid not."
"He was perfectly himself until you came. It is the worry."
"Are you sure he has not been failing at all? One does not always notice at first, but he has a worn look—hardly the result of one day's worry."
Mr. Fitzalan's words recurred to Hermione, but she put them aside, and answered in resolute tones, "Quite sure. I have never seen him like this before."
"In that case, I think you would be wise to have advice for him without delay. Yes; to-night—why not?"
"What is the use? It is only that he is unhappy."
"I don't wish to contradict a lady, of course, but he seems to me to be thoroughly unwell."
"Only because of that," she persisted.
"If you are absolutely certain to be in the right, discussing the matter will do little good," Harvey could not help saying. "But I have seen something of illness."
"He is worried, not ill. It is enough to upset him. If only you had written openly from the first! I do not wonder that he feels it so much."