"Yes, sir; all."
"And here you have been, with a continued, wasting nervous fever for you know not how many days, yet keep on your round of labors without cessation!"
He dropped her hands and folded his arms across his broad chest, keeping his eyes upon her.
"I am not at all ill; but believe I need some medicine to strengthen me."
"Yes, child; you do, indeed, need a medicine, but it is one you will never take."
"Try me, sir," answered she, smiling.
"Try you? I might as well try to win an eagle from its lonely rocky home. Beulah, you need rest. Rest for mind, body, and heart. But you will not take it; oh, no, of course you won't!"
He passed his hand over his brow, and swept back the glossy chestnut hair, as if it oppressed him.
"I would willingly take it, sir, if I could; but the summer vacation is still distant, and, besides, my engagements oblige me to exert myself. It is a necessity with me."
"Rather say sheer obstinacy," said he sternly.