"He has been going down the hill for the last fortnight, and it is change and good nursing he wants." "He will get good nursing, I warrant," I said, "and the soft air of the south will soon set him up." "It is wonderfully kind of you, Philip; but I am sure I am not strong enough to ride." "No one is thinking of your riding, at present, Desmond.

I have brought down a horse litter with me, and four of my men, with the quietest horses on the estate, and all you have to do is to lie down in it, and talk with me whenever you are disposed.

You have a whole batch of adventures to tell me." "I feel better already, Philip.

I own that I have been downhearted of late, for it seemed to me that I should be an invalid for months, and be living in Paris without a friend except Mike, for all the regiments of the Brigade are either with Vendome or in Spain.

The sight of your face, and the thought of your kindness, so cheers me that I feel capable of anything." "Well, we will start tomorrow morning, Desmond.