'I'd no notion you'd had it so bad.' 'Oh, I don't know.

I suppose I've had a chill or something.

It's been rather weariful.' 'You didn't tell me anything about your chill.' 'Didn't I?
It seems hardly worth while telling such things, from such a distance.

Will you have supper at once ?' He drew up to the table, and she fed him and hovered round him, asking the while about his work, in a rather perfunctory way, about his rooms and the price of them, inquiring after the state of his clothes.

But her tone and manner were unlike herself, and there was in his mind a protesting consciousness that she had not welcomed him as a young wife should after a long separation.