There was little need to disguise his hand, for the poor fellow seemed to have considerable difficulty in writing at all, so as to be legible.

When the note was done, I thought it time to retire, and took leave, after asking if there was anything in the world I could do for him, little or great, in the way of alleviating his sufferings, and repairing the injury I had done.
'No,' said he; 'you have already done much towards it; you have done more for me than the most skilful physician could do: for you have relieved my mind of two great burdens--anxiety on my sister's account, and deep regret upon your own: for I do believe these two sources of torment have had more effect in working me up into a fever than anything else; and I am persuaded I shall soon recover now.

There is one more thing you can do for me, and that is, come and see me now and then--for you see I am very lonely here, and I promise your entrance shall not be disputed again.' I engaged to do so, and departed with a cordial pressure of the hand.

I posted the letter on my way home, most manfully resisting the temptation of dropping in a word from myself at the same time..