He seems almost well again." "Yes." Sibyl nodded.

"His father's going to try to start him to work." "He seems very delicate," said Mrs.Vertrees.

"I shouldn't think he would be able to stand a great deal, either physically or--" She paused and then added, glowing with the sense of her own adroitness--"or mentally." "Oh, mentally Bibbs is all right," said Sibyl, in an odd voice.
"Entirely ?" Mrs.Vertrees asked, breathlessly.
"Yes, entirely." "But has he ALWAYS been ?" This question came with the same anxious eagerness.
"Certainly.

He had a long siege of nervous dyspepsia, but he's over it." "And you think--" "Bibbs is all right.

You needn't wor--" Sibyl choked, and pressed her handkerchief to her mouth.