He wrote to all his patients in the country, and many of his pupils at the university, to let them know where he was settled: and then he waited.
Not a creature came.
Rosa bore this very well for a time, so long as the house was a novelty; but when that excitement was worn out, she began to be very dull, and used to come and entice him out to walk with her: he would look wistfully at her, but object that, if he left the house, he should be sure to lose a patient.
"Oh, they won't come any more for our staying in--tiresome things!" said Rosa.
But Christopher would kiss her, and remain firm.

"My love," said he, "you do not realize how hard a fight there is before us.

How should you?
You are very young.

No, for your sake, I must not throw a chance away.
Write to your female friends: that will while away an hour or two." "What, after that Florence Cole ?" "Write to those who have not made such violent professions." "So I will, dear.

Especially to those that are married and come to London.