"Will you please come and give my husband the sleeping draught?"
"Certainly."
When they were in the room by the fountain she said:
"Of course, you know, this is all wrong. We're not doing the right thing by Doctor Hartley at all. But I don't like to thwart Nigel. Convalescents are always wilful."
"Convalescents!" he said.
"Yes, convalescents."
"You think your husband is convalescent?"
"Of course he is. You didn't see him in the first days after his sunstroke."
"That's true."
"Please give him the draught, or whatever it is, and then we really must try and get some rest."