"You want a rest, my darling."
"It would do me no good, Philip."
"You are worrying yourself about something."
She sighed. It was a most eloquent affirmative. Then Philip paused. He felt that he had touched dangerous ground. Seeing that Philip did not speak, she used her tongue.
"Yes, I am indeed worrying myself about something. It will be the death of me, Philip."
"Nonsense, my darling, nonsense."
"I should not speak of your death in that way, Philip!"
The ground was crumbling beneath him.
"You are in low spirits, Margaret. You must rouse yourself for my sake."
She shook her head. "I would do anything for your sake, Philip. But I seem to have no strength left."