"You can't think how it affects you——"
"How that fever affects me, you mean, don't you?"
Sophy did not like to say too much. He was frowning, and he had been so amiable for several days. She began to sew again, saying only:
"Of course, I don't really know. Only—it worries me."
Chesney got up.
"I think I'll go out for a bit," he said. "Just a turn in the Park. It's beastly stuffy indoors."
"Would you like me to come with you?"
"You forget—don't you? You told me Olive Arundel was coming for tea."
"Oh, so I did. Well then—but don't overtire yourself."
He scowled frankly this time.