I will try and call your attention to it, if I can." "Thank you," said Macomer, with his unpleasant smile.

"I think I will go and lie down now, for I feel tired." He turned from her, and made a few steps towards the door.

He did not walk like a man tired, for he held himself as erect as ever, with his head thrown back, and his narrow shoulders high and square.
Nevertheless, Matilde was anxious.
"You do not feel ill, do you ?" she asked, before he had reached the door.
He stopped, half turning back.
"No--oh, no! I do not feel ill.

Pray do not be anxious, my dear.

I will take a little aconite for my heart, and then I will lie down for an hour or two." "I did not know that you had been converted to homoeopathy," said Matilde, indifferently.