Dr.Ashton was so careless as to occupy his pulpit on Sunday; but, thank goodness, I did not venture to church, or allow Maude to go.

Your Miss Ashton will be having it next." "Of course they have advice from Garchester ?" he exclaimed.
"How should I know?
My opinion is that the parson himself might be prosecuted for bringing the fever into a healthy neighbourhood.

Port, Hedges! One has need of a double portion of tonics in a time like this." The countess-dowager's alarms were not feigned--no, nor exaggerated.

She had an intense, selfish fear of any sort of illness; she had a worse fear of death.

In any time of public epidemic her terrors would have been almost ludicrous in their absurdity but that they were so real.