"No."
"Is there anything threatening you?"
"Why, no, child!"
"Aren't you well? . . . Do you feel . . . unhappy? . . . Have you some big trouble? . . . Tell me, Gerrit, tell me! . . . I'm your sister after all!"
"Yes, you're my sister, the same flesh and blood, soul of my soul. . . . No, there's nothing, Constance, there's nothing threatening."
"And there's no secret trouble?"
"No, no secret trouble."
"Yes, I'm sure there is."
"No, old girl. It's only that I've slept badly the last night or two. And I feel rotten. That's all."
"But your health is good, isn't it?"
"Oh dear, yes!"
"There's nothing serious the matter? You're not seriously ill?"
"No, no, certainly not."
"Then what is it?"
"Nothing."
"No, no, I feel that you have a trouble of some kind. Gerrit, aren't you happy? Is there some private worry? Aren't you happy with Adeline?"
"Why, of course I am, Connie! She's awfully sweet. I'm very happy with her."
"Then what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Yes, Gerrit, there's something wrong. Oh, do
