“I was there yesterday, to inquire how she was after a bad sick headache. The room was all violets and snow-drops”; and his eyes grew soft.
“And did she sight of her robust health knock you backwards?”
Hal was irritable from the strain on her own nerves, and it pleased her to hurl sarcasms at him, feeling somehow angry at his calm, smoothly-flowing path to success.
“I thought she looked ill, and I advised her to go away for a week.”
“That was kind of you. And why won’t she take your safe advice?”
“She won’t go alone, and she said there was no one to go with her.”
“Too many briefs, eh?”
“What have my briefs to do with it?”
“Oh, nothing. She’s given hours and hours to you and your future; but of course you couldn’t risk sparing a week—”
“But!...” he began with raised eyebrows.