A rigorous and prudent diet; long hours of sleep, plenty of occupation--these are the remedies for the fever.

So, while Marjorie first began to read the lad's letter, and then, breaking down altogether, thrust it into her mother's hand, Mrs.Manners was searching her memory as to whether any imprudence the day before, in food or behaviour, could be the cause of this crisis.

Love between boys and girls was common enough; she herself twenty years ago had suffered from the sickness when young John had come wooing her; yet a love that could thrust from it that which it loved, was beyond her altogether.

Either Marjorie loved the lad, or she did not, and if she loved him, why did she pray that he might be a priest?
That was foolishness; since priesthood was a bar to marriage.

She began to conclude that Marjorie did not love him; it had been but a romantic fancy; and she was encouraged by the thought.
"Madge," she began, when she had read through the confused line or two, in the half-boyish, half-clerkly hand of Robin, scribbled and dispatched by the hands of Dick scarcely two hours ago.