Ibegantosuspect，fromwhatIobservedinthisway，thattheCounthadbeenrightabouttheillnessallthewaythrough，andIwasnaturallyconfirmedinthatideawhenMrDawson，aftersomelittledelay，askedtheoneimportantquestionwhichtheLondondoctorhadbeensentfortosetatrest。
`Whatisyouropinionofthefever？’heinquired。
`Typhus，’repliedthephysician。`Typhusfeverbeyondalldoubt。’
Thatquietforeignperson，MrsRubelle，crossedherthinbrownhandsinfrontofher，andlookedatmewithaverysignificantsmile。TheCounthimselfcouldhardlyhaveappearedmoregratifiedifhehadbeenpresentintheroomandhadheardtheconfirmationofhisownopinion。
Aftergivingussomeusefuldirectionsaboutthemanagementofthepatient，andmentioningthathewouldcomeagaininfivedays’time，thephysicianwithdrewtoconsultinprivatewithMrDawson。HewouldoffernoopiniononMissHalcombe’schancesofrecovery——hesaiditwasimpossibleatthatstageoftheillnesstopronounceonewayortheother。