The Story of Ivy by Marie Belloc Lowndes

It was the eighth of November, a day which, though she never realised it, altered the whole of Ivy Lexton's life. And this was the more extraordinary because she was usually quick enough to realise the importance of everything that concerned herself.

But on this day she was feeling secretly excited, anxious, and what to herself she called "nervy," for her husband's illness, though it had only lasted just over a week, seemed to her intolerably long-drawn-out.