In these three days," he added to himself, "we shall know how the major fares.

Unfortunately, his race have iron constitutions." This was said with a sorrow rare in one of a people who seldom deplore the survival of a brother man.
Daniels was right in his fear: the student needed repose, and only the most vigorous counter measures drove off an attack of fever.

Rebecca was his nurse in the same devoted and intelligent manner as her father was his physician, but as he was on the margin of delirium half the time, he saw her like one in a vision.
His antagonist, Von Sendlingen, was not so blessed.

After a cursory treatment in the cemetery gate-keeper's lodge, he was removed, wrapped in blankets, to his quarters in the great barracks; the iron constitution, of which Daniels spoke, bore him up, and before Claudius was on foot again, the officer was outdoors--a little pale, but seemingly none the worse for his horrible adventure.
He took up his own case.

Fraulein von Vieradlers had already tired of her assay in elevating the stage in a social point of view.