My mother was in bad health at the time, too; and I, her favorite son--I--in short, the anxiety was too much for her.

She--she died before I had been six weeks in the regiment.

There! we won't talk of it.

It's the one subject that ..." His voice faltered, and he broke off abruptly.
"I wish you were going with me to Berlin," said he, after a long silence which I had not attempted to interrupt.
"I wish with all my heart that I were!" "And yet," he added, "I am glad on--on her account, that you remain in Paris.

You will call upon her sometimes, Arbuthnot ?" "If Madame De Cour....