We reached Cawnpore on the 17th, and the next day I said good-bye to my friends on the Chief's staff.

Peel and I dined together on the 19th, when to all appearances he was perfectly well, but on going into his room the next morning I found he was in a high fever, and had some suspicious-looking spots about his face.

I went off at once in search of a doctor, and soon returned with one of the surgeons of the 5th Fusiliers, who, to my horror--for I had observed that Peel was nervous about himself--exclaimed with brutal frankness the moment he entered the room, 'You have got small-pox.' It was only too true.

On being convinced that this was the case, I went to the chaplain, the Rev.
Thomas Moore, and told him of Peel's condition.

Without an instant's hesitation, he decided the invalid must come to his house to be taken care of.