"The child is very ill. What does your doctor call the malady?"
"Scarlet fever."
"Scarlet fever! Why, there is no rash!"
"He tells me that in some cases the rash does not appear—in some of the worst cases."
"This is no scarlet fever, sir. It is typhus—commonly called gaol fever—distinctly marked. It is a low form of putrid fever. Your child and her companion must have been visiting some of the poor folks' cottages, where the disease is often found."
"They have not been beyond the park-gates. You have not taken them among the cottagers, have you, Bridget? You have not disobeyed my strict orders?"
"Never, sir. The little dears will tell you themselves, when they have got their senses back, that I never took them nowheres."
"Have you had any fever case lately among your servants, indoors or out?"
"Mrs. Layburne, yonder, can answer that question better than I."
"No, there has been no such illness," said Barbara.