Karpathy spent half the day by her bedside in gentle prattle, listening to the modest wishes of his dear sick little wife, and happy beyond expression at being allowed to give her her tonics from time to time.
A few days afterwards Fanny was able to leave her bed, and, leaning against her husband's shoulder, walked up and down the room.

Day by day her health returned, and she grew more and more like her old self.

And then she would spend whole days with her husband, and bring her embroidery or her book into his room; or she would invite him into her room, when she played the piano; or would drive about with him, in fact, she never left him.

She did not wish for any other society.

She directed the servants that if any of her old visitors came to see her, they were to be told she was not feeling well, and all the time she would be sitting inside with her husband, and forcing herself to make him happy and load him with joy.
During these days she had very little to do even with Teresa, and very shortly her worthy kinswoman took her leave.