"It was burning as though with fever. Can he have been seized as Vinton was?" said the colonel. And for a moment we looked at one another in silence. "You know he has been up and around now for several nights, and exposed all day to the heat of the sun. The extremes are dangerous to those not accustomed to our Louisiana climate, and if he had contracted any disorder this would bring it out. Here comes Mr. Turpin," continued the colonel. "Let us ask him what he observed." Turpin joined us with his quick, springy step. "The major says I may go," he spoke blithely; "but is not Amory coming?" "It was of Amory we wanted to ask you," said Harrod. "He seemed very unlike himself the few minutes he was at Moreau's. Did you note anything out of the way?" Turpin flushed. "Why--yes," said he, hesitatingly. "He seemed a little queer--a good deal stiff and formal and----" "But as to his health. Do you think he is well?" "Why," said Turpin, with a sudden start, "I had not thought of that. I ascribed his manner to--to--well, he always was a quick, impulsive fellow, and I thought perhaps he regarded me as being in the way; but his hand _was_ hot,--hot as fire. I'm ashamed I did not think of it before." And then he stopped short, for Kitty re-entered. She walked smilingly up to Mr. Turpin with extended hand. "You can go?" she said. "I'm so glad. How soon must we start? Pauline is coming down a moment." And with Pauline's coming we forgot for the time being our talk about Amory. Very gentle, very lovely, looked Miss Summers as she stood answering our warm inquiries about the major. He was so much better; was sleeping quietly and naturally, the nurse said; and the doctor was so delighted with the improvement, and had let her sit for a while by the bedside and talk to him, though the major himself was forbidden to talk. She was _so_ glad we were going to the theatre. It must be wearisome staying around the house for us, though she could not bear to go. And so we bade her good-night and went on our way.