You--you have both been very good to me." "That's well--that's very well!" And Mr.Bunce appeared to ruminate, while Helmsley studied his face and figure with greater appreciation than he had yet been able to do.

He had often seen this small dark man in the pauses of his feverish delirium,--often he had tried to answer his gentle questions,--often in the dim light of early morning or late evening he had sought to discern his features, and yet could make nothing clear as to their actual form, save that their expression was kind.

Now, as it seemed for the first time, he saw Mr.Bunce as he was,--small and wiry, with a thin, clean-shaven face, deeply furrowed, broad brows, and a pleasant look,--the eyes especially, deep sunk in the head though they were, had a steady tenderness in them such as one sees in the eyes of a brave St.Bernard dog who has saved many lives.
"We must,"-- said Mr.Bunce, after a long pause--"be careful.

We have got out of bed, but we must not walk much.

The heart is weak--we must avoid any strain upon it.