It was a lovely place, and most beautifully situated; the garden was a perfect wilderness of roses in full bloom, and an avenue of orange-trees beginning to flower cast a delicate fragrance on the warm delicious air.
Mrs.Everard was delighted.
"If you do not recover your health here," she said half laughingly to me on the second morning after our arrival, "I am afraid your case is hopeless.

What sunshine! What a balmy wind! It is enough to make a cripple cast away his crutches and forget he was ever lame.

Don't you think so ?" I smiled in answer, but inwardly I sighed.

Beautiful as the scenery, the air, and the general surroundings were, I could not disguise from myself that the temporary exhilaration of my feelings, caused by the novelty and excitement of my journey to Cannes, was slowly but surely passing away.

The terrible apathy, against which I had fought for so many months, was again creeping over me with its cruel and resistless force.