Chapter EightCalista moved restlessly and gave a little moan.
The Earl arose at once from the armchair where he had been sitting on the other side of the room and went to the bedside.
He could see that she was still unconscious and her face was very flushed. When he bent forward to touch her forehead tentatively with his fingers, he knew that she was running a high temperature.
The doctor had told him what to expect.
“How long will she be unconscious, monsieur?” the Earl had asked him.
“I have no idea, my Lord,” the doctor replied. “I am just hoping that she will not develop pneumonia, but it is certain that she will run a high fever.”
“I would like an experienced nurse or nurses to attend her,” the Earl said.
The doctor looked doubtful.
“It would be impossible to find one tonight,
