I made every possible haste in my toilet and ordered a horse.

I wondered whether Isaacs had received a similar missive.

What could be the matter?
What might not have happened in those two days since the note was written?
I felt sure that the illness had begun before I left them in the Terai, hastened probably by the pain she had felt at Isaacs' departure; there is nothing like a little mental worry to hasten an illness, if it is to come at all.

Poor Miss Westonhaugh! So, after all her gaiety and all the enjoyment she had from the tiger-hunt on which she had set her heart, she had come back to be ill in Simla.

Well, the air was fresh enough now--almost cold, in fact.