"Your eyes are sunken and you don't eat." "Yes, I know," said Vandover.

"I'm not feeling well at all.

I think I'll go to bed early to-night.

I don't know"-- he continued, after a pause, feeling a desire to escape from his father's observation--"I don't know but what I'll go up now.

Will you tell the cook to feed Mr.Corkle for me ?" His father looked at him as he pushed back from the table.
"What's the matter, Van ?" he said.