She's in a dreadful way--out of her head.

I sent for Dr.Hillhouse last night, but he didn't come." She spoke in a rapid manner, showing much alarm and agitation.
"Is Dr.Hillhouse here now ?" asked Mr.Ridley, trying to repress his feelings.
"No, sir.

He sent Dr.Angier, but I don't trust much in him.

Dr.
Hillhouse ought to see her right away.

But you do look awful, sir!" The nurse fixed her eyes upon him in a half-wondering stare.
Mr.Ridley broke from her, and passing up the stairs in two or three long strides, made his way to the bath-room, where in a few moments he changed as best he could his disordered appearance, and then hurried to his wife's chamber.
A wild cry of joy broke from her lips as she saw him enter; but when he came near, she put up her hands and shrunk away from him, saying in a voice that fairly wailed, it was so full of disappointment: "I thought it was Ralph--my dear, good Ralph! Why don't he come home ?" Her cheeks were red with fever and her eyes bright and shining.