That is over and done with, though I am the colour of a pig-skin saddle.

My leg won't let me frisk just yet, but otherwise I feel as strong as a horse.
When I was bowled over three months ago and the enteric got hold of me, on top of the bullet through my thigh, I lost my self-control and asked the people here to cable to you to come and nurse me.

It was silly perhaps--the nursing here is quite efficient--and if any one was to have come out on my account it ought to have been the poor old mater, who wanted to very much.

But somehow I could only think of _you_.

I wanted you more than I'd ever done before.