The post had brought her a letter from Ovid--enclosing a photograph, taken at Montreal, which presented him in his travelling costume.
He wrote in a tone of cheerfulness, which revived Carmina's sinking courage, and renewed for a time at least the happiness of other days.

The air of the plains of Canada he declared to be literally intoxicating.

Every hour seemed to be giving him back the vital energy that he had lost in his London life.

He slept on the ground, in the open air, more soundly than he had ever slept in a bed.

But one anxiety troubled his mind.