"I think," he said, "that if you could at times forget your work, you would come back to it fresher."
"I can't forget it," she replied. "Sometimes I dream of it."
"We'll have you sick on our hands," he warned her. "Don't lecture, George," she answered. "Give me the book."
He watched her for a while as she translated her hieroglyphs; she kept at it doggedly. "Good-night," he said at last. She looked up to respond, smiled mechanically, and turned to her work before he was out of the room. He went to the parlour and stood anxiously before Beth and Pease.
"You'll have her breaking down," he said.
"There is nothing we can do," Beth answered. "She will keep at it."
"I've warned you," he responded, and took his hat. He was at the front door, when from the dining-room Judith called him to her. "George," she asked, "is six per cent. the legal rate of interest?"
"In this State it is," he answered.
"Then my note to Mr. Ellis is rolling up interest at nine hundred a year?"