Aldora thought that he was speaking of instinct almost in the same way as his Master had done.
It was strange that nobody else, with the exception of her father, had ever discussed with her anything that was not entirely material and which one could see and touch.
She understood what Hobson was trying to say and let him have his own way.
Now, as the Duke gave a little murmur and turned his head from side to side, she rose from the sofa where she had been lying and put her hand to his forehead.
As she suspected, his temperature was rising and knew that Hobson had been right in saying he would run a fever.
He did not, however, show any acute restlessness until about midnight when Aldora was dozing against the comfortable pillows that Hobson had arranged for her on the sofa while she was
