‘Oh yes, there is. I can tell easily.’
‘Perhaps I am not quite myself.’
‘No, I am sure that you are not. I believe that you have a cold coming on. O Frank, do take some ammoniated quinine.’
‘Good heavens, no!’
‘Please! Please!’
‘My dear girlie, there is nothing the matter with me.’
‘But it is such splendid stuff.’
‘Yes, I know. But really I don’t want it.’
‘Have you had any letters, Frank?’
‘Yes, one.’