“O, Paley! how can you be so cruel?” exclaimed she, with much nervous excitement.
“Are you sick, Lilian?” I replied, taking her hand, and kissing her as though nothing had happened.
“I am sick, Paley.”
“I am sorry, Lilian.”
“Do you think I am made of iron?”
“Shall I go for Dr. Ingoldson?”
“I do not need a doctor so much as I need peace.”
“We both need that.”
“Are you going to drive me into that hateful house?”