Everything was so pretty, the day she took him there, the sun shining gayly and the sea almost as blue as the Mediterranean, and Mrs.Morley, the doctor's wife, had been so gentle and sweet, and had drawn him to her heart at once, and petted him, and talked of his violin.

The doctor had examined his lungs and said they certainly might improve with plenty of the fine air if he were very carefully fed and tended, and not allowed to catch cold.
The parting with poor Mimo had been very moving.

They had said good-bye to him in the Neville Street lodging, as Zara thought it was wiser not to risk a scene at the station.

The father and son had kissed and clasped one another and both wept, and Mimo had promised to come to see him soon, soon! Then there had been another painful wrench when she herself left Bournemouth.

She had put off her departure until the afternoon of the following day.