I suppose it is that sickness and weakness are selfish things and turn our inner eyes and sympathy on ourselves, whilst health and strength give love rein, and in thought and feeling he can wander where he wills.

I know where my thoughts are.

If only Arthur knew! My dear, my dear, your ears must tingle as you sleep, as mine do waking.

Oh, the blissful rest of last night! How I slept, with that dear, good Dr.Seward watching me.

And tonight I shall not fear to sleep, since he is close at hand and within call.