"I think I shall," said Basil, in a quiet confident way he had, which was provoking if you were arguing with him. But Diana was not arguing with him.
"Basil, I can never pay you," she said, with a voice that faltered a little.
"You are sure of that in your own mind?"
"Very sure!"
"I am a man of a hopeful turn of nature. Shall I divide that joint for you?"
"My hands cannot manage a quail!" said Diana, yielding her knife and fork to him. "What can make me so weak?"
"You have had fever."
"But I have no fever now, and I do not seem to get my strength back."
"After the unnatural tension, Nature takes her revenge."
"It is very hard on you!"