'I know what you are feeling, and that you are longing to go upstairs again, so I will say goodbye.
Keep up a brave heart.

The surgeons have every hope that your father will recover.

And believe that you will always have a friend in Frederick of Prussia.' "He kissed her on the cheek, and then turned and left the hall, followed by his staff." Three days later the doctors were able to say confidently that, unless some change occurred for the worse, they believed the count would recover.

On the fourth day, Fergus was sufficiently well to mount his horse.

The countess and her daughter had repeatedly asked after him, and expressed their desire that he would come over, as soon as he was well enough to do so.
One of the aides-de-camp had gone over, twice a day, to inquire as to the progress the count was making.