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The morning after Wingfold's second visit, Lingard, much to his / sister's surprise, partly to her pleasure, and somewhat to her / consternation, asked for his clothes: he wanted to get up. So little / energy had he hitherto shown, so weak was he, and so frequent had / been the symptoms of returning fever, that the doctor had not yet / thought of advising more than an hour's sitting while his bed was / made comfortable. And Helen had felt that she had him, if not safe, / yet safer in bed than he could be elsewhere.
His wish to rise was a sign that he was getting better. But could / she wish him to get better, seeing every hour threatened to be an / hour of torture? On the other hand, she could not but hope that, for / the last day or so, his mind had been a little more at ease. / Assuredly the light in his eye was less troubled: perhaps he saw / prospect of such mental quiet as might render life endurable.