What a gay bright-looking world it is! And yet how many people are happy in it?
how many take the right road?
I suppose there is a right road by which we all might travel, if we only knew how to choose it." He felt the physical weariness of the journey acutely, but uttered no complaint throughout the way; though Gilbert could see the pale face growing paler, the sunken cheeks more pinched of aspect, as they went on.
To the last he pronounced himself delighted by that quiet progress through the familiar landscape; and then having reached his destination, had barely strength to totter to a comfortable chintz-covered sofa in the bright-looking parlour, where he fainted away.

The professional nurse had been dismissed before they left London, and Gilbert was now the invalid's only attendant.

The woman had performed her office tolerably well, after the manner of her kind; but the presence of a sick nurse is not a cheering influence, and John Saltram was infinitely relieved by her disappearance.
"How good you are to me, Gilbert!" he said, that first evening of his sojourn at Hampton, after he had recovered from his faint, and was lying on the sofa sipping a cup of tea.

"How good! and yet you are my friend no longer; all friendship is at an end between us.

Well, God knows I am as helpless as that man who fell among thieves; I cannot choose but accept your bounty.".