He called about ten o'clock the next morning, and learned that she was no better; that the doctor had been there, and pronounced her in a low nervous fever.

Strict injunctions had been left that no one should be admitted to her room but the necessary attendants.
Regularly every morning and evening Martin called to ask after Mary, for the space of fifteen days, and always received the sad information that she was no better.

His feelings had now become intensely excited.

He blamed himself for having favored the idea of Mary's going to learn a trade.
"How easily I might have prevented it!" he said to himself.

"How blind I was to her true worth! How much suffering and toil I might have saved her!" On the evening of the sixteenth day, he received the glad intelligence that Mary was better.