" He entered, and sat
down. Belle Treherne bowed to me gravely, and smiled slightly. The smile
was not peculiarly hospitable. I knew perfectly well that to convince her
of the reality of my growing admiration for her would be no easy task;
but I was determined to base my new religion of the affections upon
unassailable canons, and I felt that now I could do best by waiting and
proving myself.
While I was arranging some medicine for Mr. Treherne, and advising him on
care against chills in a hot climate, he suddenly broke in with: "Dr.
Marmion, Captain Ascott tells me that we shall get to Aden by Tuesday
morning next. Now, I was asked by a friend of mine in London to visit the
grave of a son of his--a newspaper correspondent--who was killed in one
of the expeditions against the native tribes, and was buried in the
general cemetery at Aden. On the way out I was not able to fulfil the
commission, because we passed Aden in the night. But there will be plenty
of time to do so on Tuesday, I am told. This, however, is my difficulty:
I cannot go unless I am better, and I'm afraid there is no such luck as
that in store for me.
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