"It's on your chest, I'm afraid," said Judith's daughter.
"I'm better, however. I shall be down house in a couple of days."
"Take care of the draughts then. February's always your bad month."
"No month is worse than another if you trust the Almighty," answered Mrs. Huxam. "How's your husband?"
"Jacob's all right."
"No, he isn't all right, and he never will be while he holds off his Sunday duty. With them who keep live animals, Sunday has got to be broke in a manner of speaking; but he ought not to let the dogs come between him and public worship, and well he knows it."
"It isn't the dogs. He hates a crowd," said Margery.
"Then he's all too like to spend eternity in one. Yes, Margery, I wish very much indeed I could feel more content about Bullstone's future."
In the light of these serious words, Jacob's wife felt little disposed to set out of her own sorrows. Indeed they were forgotten, since her instinct was instantly to respond to the challenge.
"He's always doing good things."