"No."
"Fever?"
"A degree or two yesterday evening; four or five degrees."
"Perspiration?"
"A little—as usual."
"Then, Your Highness, there is nothing fresh."
"Nothing fresh indeed!" she exclaimed, raising her voice, like a little cry, and coughing immediately afterwards.
Very coldly and quietly, the great phthisis doctor waited for the Grand Duchess to begin all the daily grievances, which she came every day to explain to him, at least to get consolation.
"I get no better, Herr Doctor."