She had never known how much she loved Castle Gaverick...

how much she loathed the muggy heat, the flies and the mosquitoes now brought by last night's rain, the fierce glare beating upon the veranda, the sun-motes dancing on the boards....
The appearance late that evening of Mrs Hensor, who having heard the mistress was ill, had come down partly from curiosity, partly from genuine humanity to see what might be amiss, was the next thing that roused Lady Bridget from her fever-lethargy.
'Maggie told me you'd been out in the rain last night, and had caught cold, and I thought Mr McKeith would wish me to ask if I could do anything,' Mrs Hensor said.
Lady Bridget sat up in bed, for the moment her most haughty self.
'Thank you; but there's no occasion for you to trouble, Mrs Hensor.

I would have sent for you if I had required your services.' 'And I'm not aware that I was engaged to give them,' snorted Mrs Hensor.

'It was out of consideration for Mr McKeith that I came.

I've got quite enough to do at the Quarters, and I'm really glad not to have to trouble myself down here--what with Mr Ninnis wanting extra cooking, and Mr Harris in such a rage over Wombo's getting away--I'm wondering if you heard anything last night, of that, Lady Bridget?
And Harris is put out, too, over Mr Maule going off with Harry the Blower, while he was hunting for the black-boy.