"You should take care of yourself.

Don't, I beg, permit me to detain you." Mrs.Taine, with careful tenderness, accompanied her husband to the door.
When he had passed from the room, she faced the novelist, with--"Don't you think Edward is really very much worse, Mr.Lagrange?
I keep up appearances, you know, but--" she paused with a charming air of perplexed and worried anxiety.
"Your husband is certainly not a well man, madam--but you keep up appearances wonderfully.

I really don't see how you manage it.

But I suppose that for one of your nature it is natural." Again, she received his words with that look of doubtful understanding--as though sensing some meaning beneath the polite, commonplace surface.

Then, as if to lead away from the subject--"You must really tell me what you think of our California home.