"'Why, girl!' I cried out, in nervous dread, 'you speak as if he were really in danger.'
"'And so he is; people seldom get over the disease that has been creeping on him ever since we came here.'
"'What disease? What are you speaking of, Cora? What disease do you think Mr. Dennison has?'
"'A broken heart.'
"'Cora!'
"'None of your sudden fits—people get over them; but slow and sure: I have been watching it from the first.'
"'And you think I have done this?'
"'Of course. Who else?'
"'Cora, we will go home next week.'"