You think too much of the past, and despond too much in the present.

That won't do either.

You must give it up." His calm, authoritative tone soothed her somehow.

The tears fell less hotly, and she lifted her poor, pale face.
"I am very foolish, but it is my birthday, and I could not help--" She broke down again.
"It all comes of being so much alone," repeated Doctor Frank.

"It won't do.