He has a temperature of 103." "Poor fellow!" said the Archdeacon.
"I wonder who he is," said Miss Winwood.
"Perhaps this may tell us," said the Archdeacon.
From the knapsack, carelessly handled by the servant who had brought it in, had escaped a book, and the servant had laid the book on the top of the knapsack.

The Archdeacon took it up.
"Sir Thomas Browne's Religio Medici and Urn Burial.

On the flyleaf, 'Paul Savelli.' An undergraduate, I should say, on a walking tour." Miss Winwood took the book from his hands--a little cheap reprint.

"I'm glad," she said.
"Why, my dear Ursula ?" "I'm very fond of Sir Thomas Browne, myself," she replied.
Presently the doctor came and made his examination.

He shook a grave head.