Oh, John, John, I can't endure your going." "Cheer up, my dear," said John, "and for Heaven's sake stop crying, for I cannot bear it.

I must go.

Your uncle would never forgive me if I did not, and, what is more, I should never forgive myself.

There is nobody else to send, and we can't leave Jess to be shut up there in Pretoria--for months perhaps.

As for the risk, of course there is a little risk, but I must take it.