Ill and wretched as I was, this little interruption amused me.

I wonder why I write about it here?
There are serious things waiting to be told--am I weakly putting them off?
"Miss Minerva came back to me as she had promised.

'It is well,' she said gravely, 'that the doctor has been to see you.' "I asked if the doctor thought me very ill.
"He thinks you have narrowly escaped a nervous fever; and he has given some positive orders.

One of them is that your slightest wishes are to be humoured.

If he had not said that, Mrs.Gallilee would have prevented me from seeing you.