"I've sent for the doctor.

I believe you've got the flu." "Think I have ?" said Aaron frightened.
"Don't be scared," laughed Lilly.
There was a long pause.

Lilly stood at the window looking at the darkening market, beneath the street-lamps.
"I s'll have to go to the hospital, if I have," came Aaron's voice.
"No, if it's only going to be a week or a fortnight's business, you can stop here.

I've nothing to do," said Lilly.
"There's no occasion for you to saddle yourself with me," said Aaron dejectedly.
"You can go to your hospital if you like--or back to your lodging--if you wish to," said Lilly.

"You can make up your mind when you see how you are in the morning." "No use going back to my lodgings," said Aaron.
"I'll send a telegram to your wife if you like," said Lilly.
Aaron was silent, dead silent, for some time.
"Nay," he said at length, in a decided voice.