It was silly of him, she thought, to pretend he didn't hear.

She bent over him.
"Your nurse is driving me away from you, dearest," she murmured.
He opened his eyes and took her hand.
"Come back to-morrow early--as early as you can," he said.
She never remembered his siding against her before, and she swept out into the hallway, saying to herself that it was childish to be annoyed at the whims of an invalid.
Miss Gregory had followed her.
"Mrs.Farron," she said, "do you mind my suggesting that for the present it would be better not to talk to Mr.Farron about anything that might worry him, even trifles ?" Adelaide laughed.
"You know very little of Mr.Farron," she said, "if you think he worries over trifles." "Any one worries over trifles when he is in a nervous state." Adelaide passed by without answering, passed by as if she had not heard.
The suggestion of Vincent nervously worrying over trifles was one of the most repellent pictures that had ever been presented to her imagination..