“Robert? Robert, what on earth is the matter, you look absolutely terrible, are you ill? Does Sarah know what a state you’re in? Tell me what’s wrong, why haven’t you come round, or rung me, if you’d told me you were ill I’d have come to see you straight away.”
Mrs Armitage stood there, barely drawing breath as she launched into her concerned neighbour mode. In truth I didn’t realise I looked too bad at all, considering the mental trial I was putting myself through with each page of the journal I was reading.
“I’m fine Mrs Armitage, honestly, what makes you think I’m ill?”
“Oh, come now Robert, how long have I known you? You look as if you’ve been up all night (which of course I virtually had) and my dear boy, you look so pale! If I didn’t know better I’d think you were one of those men
