"No," she said and coughed again.
"Anne, I hate that cough of yours. You never had a cough before."
"I've never had pleurisy before."
"You wouldn't have had it if you hadn't been frightfully run down."
"It's all over now," she said.
"It isn't. You may get it again. I don't feel as if you were safe for one minute. Are you warm?"
"Quite."
"Are your feet wet?"
"No. No. No. Don't worry, Jerry dear; I'm all right."
"I wouldn't worry if I was with you all the time. It's not seeing you.
Not knowing."