I called my own steward, and asked him to watch for a couple of hours while I rested.

I threw myself down and slept soundly for an hour beyond that time, the steward having hesitated to wake me.
By that time we had passed into the fresher air of the Mediterranean, and the sea was delightfully smooth.

Galt Roscoe still slept, though his temperature was high.
My conference with Mrs.Falchion after breakfast was brief, but satisfactory.

I told her frankly that Roscoe had been delirious, that he had mentioned her name, and that I thought it best to reduce the number of nurses and watchers.

I made my proposition about Justine Caron.