"Yes, yes," I said; "the pulse is—the pulse is—you are much better."
Then I pushed my chair a little further from the fire, and recollected that there were several things to be said and done.
"I expected the attack would pass very quickly," I said.
"Then you know what I have been suffering from," she said, turning her chair rapidly half-round towards me.
"I do," I answered, with emphasis.
"What is it?"
I was silent.
"Well," she said, "tell me what it is." She laughed, but her voice was low and anxious.
"I am just wondering whether I shall tell you."