"I will go to him at once." She hastened upstairs, and into her brother's rooms.

The young man was in the bedroom, lying on the bed, dressed, and in a sort of stupor.

As Kate bent over him, and spoke, he opened his eyes, dull and heavy.
"Harry, dear," Kate said, kissing him, "what is the matter?
Are you ill ?" Harry Danton made an effort to raise, but fell back on the pillow.
"My head aches as if it would split open, and I feel as if I had a ton-weight bearing down every limb.

I think I am going to have the fever." Kate turned pale.
"Oh, Harry, for Heaven's sake don't think that! The fever has left the village; why should you have it now ?" He did not reply.

The heavy stupor that deadened every sense bore him down, and took away the power of speech.