CHAPTER XII.
Isabel's uneasiness about her husbands health--sometimes reflected in her letters to George during the winter that followed--had not been alleviated when the accredited Senior returned for his next summer vacation, and she confided to him in his room, soon after his arrival, that "something" the doctor had said to her lately had made her more uneasy than ever.
"Still worrying over his rolling-mills investments ?" George asked, not seriously impressed.
"I'm afraid it's past that stage from what Dr Rainey says.

His worries only aggravate his condition now.

Dr.Rainey says we ought to get him away." "Well, let's do it, then." "He won't go." "He's a man awfully set in his ways; that's true," said George.

"I don't think there's anything much the matter with him, though, and he looks just the same to me.

Have you seen Lucy lately?
How is she ?" "Hasn't she written you ?" "Oh, about once a month," he answered carelessly.