Whether the fever--it was not brain fever, though bordering closely upon it--was the result of this state of mind, more than of the sun-stroke, might be a question.

Nobody knew anything of that inward state, and the sun-stroke got all the blame--save, perhaps, from Lionel himself.

He may have doubted.
One day Jan called in to see him.

It was in August.

Several weeks had elapsed since the commencement of his illness, and he was so far recovered as to be removed by day to a sitting-room on a level with his chamber--a wondrously pretty sitting-room over Lady Verner's drawing-room, but not so large as that, and called "Miss Decima's room." The walls were panelled in medallions, white and delicate blue, the curtains were of blue satin and lace, the furniture blue.