"I wonder you've been so long without it.

You had better lie down at once." A quarter of an hour afterwards Frank was seized with an overpowering heat, every vein appearing to be filled with liquid fire; but his skin, instead of being, as usual, in a state of perspiration, was dry and hard.
"Now, Frank, sit up and drink this.

It's only some mustard and salt and water.

I have immense faith in an emetic." The draught soon took its effect.

Frank was violently sick, and the perspiration broke in streams from him.
"Here is a cup of tea," Mr.Goodenough said; "drink that and you will find that there will be little the matter with you in the morning." Frank awoke feeling weak, but otherwise perfectly well.