hearing the
English, Philip opened his eyes, and, as he drank, gazed with a heavy
sort of wonder. 'Is that enough? Do you like some on your forehead?'

'Thank you.'

'Is that more comfortable? We only heard to-day you were ill.'

He turned away restlessly, as if hardly glad to see Guy, and not awake
to the circumstances, in a dull, feverish oppression of the senses.
Delirium soon came on, or, more properly, delusion. He was distressed by
thinking himself deserted, and struggling to speak Italian, and when Guy
replied in English, though the native tongue seemed to fall kindly on
his ear, yet, to Guy's great grief, the old dislike appeared to prevent
all comfort in his presence, though he could not repel his attentions.
At night the wandering increased, till it became unintelligible raving,
and strength was required to keep him in bed.

Amabel seldom saw her husband this evening. He once came up to see her,
when she made him drink some coffee, but he soon went, telling her he
should wait up, and begging her to go to rest quietly, as she looked
pale and tired. The night was a terrible one, and morning only brought
insensibility. The physician arrived, a sharp-looking Frenchman, who
pronounced it to be a very severe and dangerous case, more violent than
usual in malaria fever, and with more affection of the brain. Guy was
glad to be set to do something, instead of standing by in inaction; but
ice and blisters were applied without effect, and they were told that it
was likely to be long before the fever abated.

Day after day passed without improvement, and with few gleams of
consciousness, and even these were not free from wandering; they were
only intervals in the violent ravings, or the incoherent murmurs, and
were never clear from some torturing fancy that he was alone and ill at
Broadstone, and neither the Edmonstones nor his brother-officers would
come to him, or else that he was detained from Stylehurst. 'Home'
was the word oftenest on his lips. 'I would not go home,' the only
expression that could sometimes be distinctly heard. He was obliged to
depend on Guy as the only Englishman at hand; but whenever he recognized
him, the traces of repugnance were evident, and in his clearer
intervals, he always showed a preference for Arnaud's attendance. Still
Guy persevered indefatigably, sitting up with him every night, and
showing himself an invaluable nurse, with his tender hand, modulated
voice, quick eye, and quiet a