‘Yes; yes, I am agitated,’ she said, in a low voice.
‘You are unwell.’
‘Worse than unwell.’
‘Tell me what ails you, Henrietta.’
‘Grief for which there is no cure.’
‘Indeed! I am greatly astonished.’
His daughter only sighed.
‘Speak to me, Henrietta. Tell me what has happened.’
‘I cannot speak; nothing has happened; I have nothing to say.’
‘To see you thus makes me quite unhappy,’ said Mr. Temple; ‘if only for my sake, let me know the cause of this overwhelming emotion.’