Now sleep.

He is coming." All through that day and the next night she was restless and agitated; but still her pulse improved a little.

Next morning she was again a trifle better.

Temperature falling--a hundred and one, point three.

At ten o'clock Hilda came in to her, radiant.
"Well, Isabel, dear," she cried, bending down and touching her cheek (kissing is forbidden by the rules of the house), "Arthur has come.