There, good-bye, my dear! God bless you! When you get out of it, mind you write to the _Times_, in London, you know.

There, don't cry.

I am sure I should not cry if I were going to get out of this place;" for at this point Jess took the opportunity of Mrs.Neville's fervent embrace to burst out into a sob or two.
In another minute they were in the cart, and Mouti was scrambling up behind.
"Don't cry, old girl," said John, laying his hand upon her shoulder.
"What can't be cured must be endured." "Yes, John," she answered, and dried her tears.
At the headquarter camp John went in and explained the circumstances of his departure.

At first the officer who was temporarily in command--the Commandant having been wounded at the same time that John was hit--rather demurred to his going, especially when he learned that he had passed his word not to carry despatches.

Presently, however, he thought better of it, and said he supposed that it was all right, as he could not see that their departure could do the garrison any harm: "rather the reverse, in fact, because you can tell people how we are getting on in this God-forsaken hole.