I feel perfectly well.

Why, my dear doctor, I have never had a day's illness in my life, as far as I can remember." "I can believe that," said the doctor; "and what a splendid sailor you have been.

But still, let me know if you are not feeling well." It was quite true that Cardo had latterly experienced some sensations to which he had hitherto been a stranger--frequent headaches and loss of appetite; but, being of a very hardy temperament, he tried to ignore the unpleasant symptoms, and waited for the end of the quarantine with feverish impatience.
When at last they were allowed to land, he was amongst the liveliest and most energetic of the passengers.
He drove at once to the Wolfington Hotel, to which he had been recommended by Captain Owen.

As he stepped out of the cab, the portico of the hotel seemed strangely at loggerheads with the rest of the building, He managed, however, to get safely inside the hall, and, after engaging a bedroom, followed his conductor up the stairs, though each step seemed to rise to meet his foot in an unaccountable manner.
"A long sea voyage doesn't suit me, that's certain," he soliloquised, as he entered the room and busied himself at once with his luggage.

He took off the labels with the intention of substituting fresh ones addressed to his uncle's farm, deciding not to stay a day longer than was necessary in Sydney, but to make inquiries at once as to the best way of getting to Broadstone, Priory Valley.