“She was always one of the delicate kind, but full of spirit, and—and you see, she has had a baby lately—”
“William!”
“And she—I—the doctor is afeard she’s not picking up.”
“I feel sure she will pick up.”
“Yes, sir?”
It must have been the wine I had drunk that made me tell him:
“I was once married, William. My wife—it was just such a case as yours.”
“She did not get better sir?”
“No.”
After a pause he said, “Thank you, sir,” meaning for the sympathy that made me tell him that. But it must have been the wine.