He talked to Peter on the way back.
He seemed a most charming and sensible man, interested in railways, and rabbits, and really important things.
When he had seen Mother, he said it was influenza.
"Now, Lady Grave-airs," he said in the hall to Bobbie, "I suppose you'll want to be head-nurse." "Of course," said she.
"Well, then, I'll send down some medicine.

Keep up a good fire.

Have some strong beef tea made ready to give her as soon as the fever goes down.

She can have grapes now, and beef essence--and soda-water and milk, and you'd better get in a bottle of brandy.

The best brandy.