milk, trying to get the funerals over to-morrow morning by daybreak.
I declare I have hardly a leg to stand on.'

'Where was Dr. Spencer?'

'I've nearly quarrelled with Spencer. Oh! he is in high feather! he
will have it that the fever rose up bodily, like Kuhleborn, out of
that unhappy drain he is always worrying about, when it is a regular
case of scarlet fever, brought in by a girl at home from service; but
he will have it that his theory is proved. Then I meant him to keep
clear of it. He has always been liable to malaria and all that sort
of thing, and has not strength for an illness. I told him to mind
the ordinary practice for me; and what do I find him doing the next
thing, but operating upon one of the worst throats he could find! I
told him he was as bad as young Ward; I hate his irregular practice.
I'll tell you what,' he said, vindictively, as if gratified to have
what must obey him, 'you shall all go off to Cocksmoor to-morrow
morning at seven o'clock.'

'You forget that we two have had it,' said Mary.

'Which of you?'

'All down to Blanche.'

'Never mind for that. I shall have enough to do without a sick house
at home. You can perform quarantine with Richard, and then go to
Flora, if she will have you. Well, what are you dawdling about? Go
and pack up.'