The fever had returned with great violence, and the pressure on his brain was so great that he had become slightly delirious.
During the second night, this active stage of the disease continued; but all the worst symptoms subsided towards morning.

Daylight found him sleeping quietly, with a cool moist skin, and a low, regular pulse.

Towards mid-day he awoke; but the anxiety that came with thought brought back many of the unfavorable symptoms, and he was worse again towards evening.

On the third day he was again better, but so weak as to be unable to sit up.
How greatly did old Mr.Lofton miss the gentle girl, who had become almost as dear to him as a child, during this brief illness, brought on by her strange absence.

No hand could smooth his pillow like hers.