"To see what?"
"Why, that I can't do things like other people."
"Maisie—why can't you? You used to. Jerrold's told me how you used to rush about, dancing and golfing and playing tennis."
"Why? Did he say anything?"
"Only that you took a lot of exercise, and he thinks it's awfully bad for you knocking it all off now."
"Dear old Jerry. Of course he must think it frightfully stupid. But I can't help it, Anne. I can't do things now like I used to. I've got to be careful."
"But—why?"
"Because there's something wrong with my heart. Jerry doesn't know it. I don't want him to know."
"You don't mean seriously wrong?"
"Not very serious. But it hurts."