He came from his dressing-glass to greet me with a ghost of the old smile on his face, and his hand stretched eagerly out.
"My dear Mr.Griggs, I am sincerely glad to see you." "I have not been in Simla two hours," I answered, "and I found your note.

How is Miss Westonhaugh?
I am so sorry to----" "Don't talk about her, Griggs.

I am afraid she's g--g--goin' to die." He nearly broke down, but he struggled bravely.

I was terribly shocked, though a moment's reflection told me that so strong and healthy a person would not die so easily.

I expressed my sympathy as best I could.
"What is it?
What is the illness ?" I asked when he was quieter.
"Jungle fever, my dear fellow, jungle fever; caught in that beastly tiger-hunt.