And then think of her health.

She has never quite recovered from that attack of bronchitis.
She has never looked the same woman since.

Think of your feelings if anything happened to her.

Nothing would bring her back to you if once she went." "Went where ?" inquired Mr.Stobell, who was not attending very much.
"If she died, I mean," said Mrs.Chalk, shortly.
"We've all got to die some day," said the philosophic Mr.Stobell.
"She's forty-six." Mrs.Stobell interposed.

"Not till September, Robert," she said, almost firmly.
"It wouldn't be nice to be buried at sea," remarked Mr.Chalk, contributing his mite to the discussion.