CHAPTER XXII.
A CONVERSATION—HOPE BLOSSOMS OUT, BUT CHARLESTOWN IS FULL OF EXCITABILITY.
One evening, during young master's illness, when he was able to sit up beside the fire, Dr. Mandy came to see him, and, as I sat in his room, sewing on some fancy work for Miss Jane, I heard the conversation that passed between them.
"Have you coughed much?" the doctor asked.
"A great deal last night."
"Do the night-sweats continue?"
"Yes, sir, and are violent."
"Let me feel your pulse. Here—it is very quick—face is flushed—high fever."