"Temperature ?" I asked.
"A hundred and three." I shook my head.

Every symptom of fatal relapse.

I could not imagine what card Hilda held in reserve.

But I stood there, waiting.
She whispered in the girl's ear: "Arthur's ship is sighted off the Lizard." The patient opened her eyes slowly, and rolled them for a moment as if she did not understand.
"Too late!" I cried.

"Too late! She is delirious--insensible!" Hilda repeated the words slowly, but very distinctly.