You forget that what gratifies you may also be a pleasure to others.

I am going to town in a few days.

Who knows if I may see the dear fellow again." "Father!" exclaimed Rosalind, seizing his arm almost roughly; "he is getting better.

The doctor says so." "My poor child," said her father, with a forced cheerfulness far more terrifying to the girl than his previous melancholy, "I was wrong to alarm you.

Yes, of course he is getting better; of course.