"Yes."
"She isn't well."
"What--?"
"It's hard to say. The doctor looked at her and said she needed quiet and must go to the sea. It's her nerves."
"Her nerves?"
"Yes, they got very queer. She's been sleeping badly."
"You quarrelled."
"She and I?--yes."
"What about?"
"Oh, I don't know. She's getting a little too much for me, I think."