"I can't imagine her--oh, NO!" he gasped.

And he began to pace the floor.
"A half-witted epileptic!" "No, no!" she cried.

"He may be all right.

We--" "Oh, it's horrible! I can't--" He threw himself back into his chair again, sweeping his hands across his face, then letting them fall limply at his sides.
Mrs.Vertrees was tremulous.

"You mustn't give way so," she said, inspired for once almost to direct discourse.