But your mental and physical capacity, your power of sustaining him by your own cheerfulness, and supporting him by your own attention, are marvellous.

When I consider all the circumstances I hardly know how to reconcile so much love with so much self-control." Every word true! And what he saw for a few hours in each of a couple of days, I saw every hour of the day and night for four terrible months! But all this is a parenthesis into which I have been led, I hope excusably, by Mrs.Lewes's mention of my illness.
N.B .-- I said at an early page of these recollections that I had never been confined to my bed by illness for a single day during more than sixty years.

The above-mentioned illness leaves the statement still true.

The sciatica was bad, but never kept me in bed.

Indeed I was perhaps in less torment out of it.
Here is the last letter of George Eliot's which reached us.