Did you ever before see me asleep like this, Jane ?" At once she rose, and moved about, and strove to be herself; but the effort it cost her was too obvious; presently she had to sit down, with tremulous limbs, and Will noticed that her forehead was moist.
Not till evening did he find it possible to lead the conversation to the subject of her health.

Jane had purposely left them alone.

Her son having said that he feared she was not so well as usual, Mrs.Warburton quietly admitted that she had recently consulted her doctor.
"I am not young, Will, you know.

Sixty-five next birthday." "But you don't call that old!" exclaimed her son.
"Yes, it's old for one of my family, dear, None of us, that I know of, lived to be much more than sixty, and most died long before.

Don't let us wear melancholy faces," she added, with that winning smile which had ever been the blessing of all about her.