A feverish indisposition which had been hanging about him for some time, the result of a chill caught the previous winter, seemed to acquire virulence with the prostration of his hopes.

But not a soul knew of his languor, and he did not think the case serious enough to send for a medical man.

After a few days he was better again, and crept about his home in a great coat, attending to his simple wants as usual with his own hands.

So matters stood when the limpid inertion of Grace's pool-like existence was disturbed as by a geyser.

She received a letter from Fitzpiers.
Such a terrible letter it was in its import, though couched in the gentlest language.