A headache was not unexpected, but the other symptoms were.

With trembling hands he managed to light a fire and prepare a breakfast, which he left untouched.

This last symptom was the most alarming of all, and going to the door he bribed a small boy with a penny to go for Dr.Murchison, and sat cowering over the fire until he came.
"Well, you've got a bad cold," said the doctor, after examining him.
"You'd better get to bed for the present.

You'll be safe there." "Is it dangerous ?" faltered the steward.
"And keep yourself warm," said the doctor, who was not in the habit of taking his patients into his confidence.

"I'll send round some medicine." "I should like Miss Nugent to know I'm bad," said Mr.Wilks, in a weak voice.
"She knows that," replied Murchison.