Kate, sitting by his bedside, he mistook for some one else, calling her "Agnes," and talking in disjointed sentences of days and things long since past.
"He thinks she is his wife," the Captain said, very sadly; "poor boy!" The Doctor turned up the lamp, and looked long and earnestly into the fever-flushed face.

His own seemed to have caught the reflection of that red glow, when at last he looked up.
"It is the fever," he said, "and a very serious case.

You sat up last night, your father tells me, Miss Kate ?" "Yes," Kate answered.
She was very white and thoroughly worn out.
"You are not strong enough to do anything of the kind.

You look half-dead now.

I will remain here all night, and do you at once go and lie down." "Thank you very much," Kate said, gratefully.