I am glad to see you and Desmond looking so well." "Oh, we shall soon be all right; though I am afraid I shall be kept on my back for some little time.

Desmond is rather in despair, because he is afraid his beauty is spoiled; for the doctor says that cut on his forehead is likely to leave a nasty scar.

He would not have minded it if it had been done by a French dragoon saber; but to have got it from tumbling down a chimney troubles him sorely.

It will be very painful to him when a partner at a ball asks him sympathizingly in what battle he was wounded, to have to explain that he tumbled head foremost into a peat fire." Desmond laughed.

"Well, it is rather a nuisance; and you see Conway, the ashes have got so ground up in the place that the doctor is afraid it will be a black scar.