A feverish cold now put his powers and resolution to the test.

Through one hideous day he nailed himself to the desk--and wrote a quarter of a page.

The next day Amy would not let him rise from bed; he was wretchedly ill.

In the night he had talked about his work deliriously, causing her no slight alarm.
'If this goes on,' she said to him in the morning, 'you'll have brain fever.

You must rest for two or three days.' 'Teach me how to.