nine o'clock
`` Albert , '' said Lilly , holding to the sedative quality in her voice , `` do you feel ill ? '' `` I 've a pain in my chest , '' he persisted , doggedly and with the drawn look about his mouth whitening . They put him to bed . By nine o'clock a slight flush lay on Albert 's cheek and he kept feeling of his brow . `` I think I have fever , '' he said once , always in scared white manner . `` Look in the paper and see if dry lips is one of the symptoms . '' Then Zoe was dispatched home and the house physician called in , Mrs. Becker , as usual , tempestuous with instantaneous hysteria and conjuring to Lilly another sick room from out the hinterland of her childhood .