"Miasma, perhaps--malaria. This is autumn, a season fertile in fevers."
"I hear you often visit the sick in Briarfield, and Nunnely too, with Mr. Hall. You should be on your guard; temerity is not wise."
"That reminds me, Miss Keeldar, that perhaps you had better not enter this chamber or come near this couch. I do not believe my illness is infectious. I scarcely fear"--with a sort of smile--"_you_ will take it; but why should you run even the shadow of a risk? Leave me."
"Patience, I will go soon; but I should like to do something for you before I depart--any little service----"
"They will miss you below."

I hear you often visit the sick with Mr. Hall. You should be on your guard."
"That reminds me, Miss Keeldar, that perhaps you had better not enter this chamber or come near this bed. I do not believe my illness is infectious, but you should not run the risk. Leave me."
"I will go soon; but I should like to do something for you before I depart - any little service-"
"They will miss you below."
