"What is the matter with you dear?" she said.
"Nothing; I am ill," I replied. "And there are times when illness is welcome."
"What do you mean? You are jesting!"
"No, it is the end at last ... anyhow, I hope it is."
"Heaven forbid that you should leave us in these straits!" she exclaimed. "What is to become of us in a strange country, without friends, without means?"
"There is my life insurance," I said, attempting to console her. "I know it isn't much, but it is enough to take you home."
She had not thought of this, and she looked a little reassured as she continued—
"But you cannot lie here like this! I shall send for a doctor."
"No, I won't have a doctor!"
"Why not?"