Things changed in the days after the ague. Carolyn appeared feverish, flushed, excitable yet her temperature was normal. There was little change in daily activity that would account for this new demeanor. Martha kept a respectful silence, although she harbored her own suspicions about the caddish Blair, warily watching the contents of Mrs. Muir's bathroom trashcan. Surely her former charge's wild days were behind, buried along with a more persistent lout? The Captain watched Martha furiously sweep the master cabin, one eye locked on her ethereal mistress. Carolyn glanced furtively at him, and smiled, hoping he would cure her again.