Two or three days went by without any alarming symptoms, but as he learnt that another case of small-pox had declared itself in the Lane, he postponed his personal activity there for the present, and remained a good deal at home.

On the Sunday morning--when Waymark's letter had already been posted--he awoke with a headache, continued from the night before.

It grew worse during the day, and he went to bed early with a dull pain across the forehead, which prevented him from sleeping.

On the following morning the headache still remained; he felt a disinclination to rise, and now, for the first time, began to be troubled with vague fears, which blended themselves with his various pre-occupations in a confusing way.

The letter which arrived from Waymark was taken up to him.