What was the matter with me ?' 'Dengue,' he answered shortly.
'I was out in the rain....

I got a chill I remember.' 'Oh, you were out in the rain!...

I should have thought you could have done what you wanted without that.' The bitterness of his tone was gall-like.

And again the ironic laugh.
She winced and drew her head aside.

He took away his arm instantly from behind the pillow and straightened himself, looking down on her, still with that dreadful light in his eyes.