“Don’t you want to go to the theatre?”
“No, no; I have a tremendously weak pulse, and a little fever. My hands are on fire at this moment.”
“What foolishness!”
“It’s true.”
“So then you won’t come out?”
“No.”
“All right. As you wish.”
“When the weather is good, I will go out.”
“Do you want me to fetch you a Baedeker?”
“No, I have no use for it.”