"With his health. In the last few weeks he seems to have changed so very much: sometimes he seems quite like a broken-down old man. Don't you see that he is ill, Frank?"
"Yes, I am sure he is," replied Frank, readily. "But I don't know what can be the matter with him."
"It seems to me that he wants rest."
"He has more rest than he used to have, Edina; I save him all I can. There are some crotchety old patients who will have him, you know."
"I hope it is nothing serious! Do you think he will soon be better?"
Frank touched the horse with the whip: which perhaps made his excuse for not answering. "Had Uncle Hugh been in his usual health, I should have left him before this," he observed. "But I want to see him stronger first. He might chance to get some fellow in my place who would not be willing to take most of the work on his own shoulders."
"Left him to set up for yourself, do you mean, Frank?"
"To be sure. I ought to, you know," he added, with a slight laugh.
She understood. It was the first time Frank's stolen marriage had been alluded to by either of them, since the day it took place.
"How are you getting on, Frank?" she asked, in low tones, as he drew up outside the station. "You and Daisy?"