“Josephine seduced you?” laughed Lilly.
“Ay, right enough,” replied Aaron grimly. “She won't be coming here, will she?”
“Not unless I ask her.”
“You won't ask her, though?”
“No, not if you don't want her.”
“I don't.”
The fever made Aaron naive and communicative, unlike himself. And he knew he was being unlike himself, he knew that he was not in proper control of himself, so he was unhappy, uneasy.
“I'll stop here the night then, if you don't mind,” he said.
“You'll have to,” said Lilly. “I've sent for the doctor. I believe you've got the flu.”
“Think I have?” said Aaron frightened.