“Hullo!” cried the General. “What’s all this?”
“I think I have the influenza,” said Mr Boxall, without turning to answer.
“Influenza? Why, you were all right a few hours ago. Sure it wasn’t the blow that chap gave you?”
“No, no,” said the Member of Parliament, “that had nothing to do with it—only a scratch. It’s in my bones; I felt it coming on this morning. I oughtn’t to have gone to that confounded meet.”
“Have a doctor?”
“No thanks—I say——”
“Yes?”
“I want a telegram sent.”
“Yes?”
“I suppose one can send a telegram in this confounded country?”