I felt still rather drowsy, but I was thoroughly rested and in a state of delicious tranquillity.

My friend rang the bell for the tea, and then turned round and surveyed me with a sort of wonder.
"What have you done to yourself, child ?" she said at last, approaching the bed where I lay, and staring fixedly at me.
"What do you mean ?" "Why, you look a different creature.

When I left you this morning you were pale and haggard, a sort of die-away delicate invalid; now your eyes are bright; and your cheeks have quite a lovely colour in them; your lips, too, are the right tint.

But perhaps," and here she looked alarmed--"perhaps you've got the fever ?" "I don't think so," I said amusedly, and I stretched out my hand for her to feel.
"No, you haven't," she continued, evidently reassured; "your palm is moist and cool, and your pulse is regular.

Well, you look spry, anyhow.
I shouldn't wonder if you made up your mind to have a dance to-night." "Dance ?" I queried.