Mynors smiled appreciatively.
On the Thursday morning there was still no sign of recovery. The temperature was 104°, and the patient slightly delirious. Anna left the sickroom at eight o'clock to preside at breakfast, and Mrs. Sutton took her place.
'You look tired, my dear,' said the Alderman affectionately.
'I feel perfectly well,' she replied with cheerfulness.
'And you aren't afraid of catching it?' Mynors asked.
'Afraid?' she said; 'there's no fear of me catching it.'
'How do you know?'
'I know, that's all. I'm never ill.'
'That's the right way to keep well,' the Alderman remarked.
The quiet admiration of these two men was very pleasant to her. She felt that she had established herself for ever in their esteem. After breakfast, in obedience to them, she slept for several hours on Mrs. Sutton's bed. In the afternoon Beatrice was worse. The doctor called, and found her temperature at 105°.