Much before the accustomed hour, she announced her retirement for the night.
"Let me feel your pulse," said Mrs.Lessingham, as if in jest, when the girl approached her.
Cecily permitted it, half averting her face.
"My child, you are feverish." "A little, I believe, aunt.

It will pass by the morning." "Let us hope so.

But I don't like that kind of thing at Naples.

I trust you haven't had a chill ?" "Oh dear, no! I never was better in my life!" "Yet with fever?
Go to bed.

Very likely I shall look into your room in the night .-- Cecily!" It stopped her at her door.