"What is there left to think about? Can you point to one hole in all I've said?"
"Yes, a good many—and one right off."
"Out with it!"
"You're not dying," Deborah told him calmly, "I feel quite certain you'll live for years."
"Oh, you do, eh—then see my physician!"
"I will, I'll see him to-morrow. How long did you give yourself? Just a few months?"
"No, he said it might be more," admitted Roger grudgingly. "If I had no worries to wear me out—"
"Me, you mean."
"Exactly."
"Well, you've worried quite enough. You're going to leave it to me to decide."