She will but pass her hands above my head, and--there you are!" And we parted, as carelessly as usual, and as I went home I was speculating on what the revised returns would show the majority to be, not as to the outcome of Grant Harlson's indisposition.
Jean sent for me the next morning.

I found a look upon her face which troubled me.
"Grant is not well," she said.

"He came home late and spoke of an odd feeling.

We cared for him, but this morning he was listless and did not want to dress and come to breakfast.

He is in bed still.