"He's going away, and there's no question of convalescence."
"I don't understand you!"
"I'll make myself plain. Your husband is not a convalescent. Your husband is a very sick man."
"No wonder, when he's worried to death, when he's allowed no peace day or night, when he's given one thing on the top of another!"
"May I ask what you mean by that?"
"Didn't you come in last night, and force a sleeping draught upon him?"
"I certainly gave him something to make him sleep."
"And it didn't make him sleep."
"Because before it had had time to take effect he received a great shock," Isaacson said, quietly.
She moved.