"You will be careful!" he added.

"Indeed you must, or you will never be strong." She answered only with a little sigh, as if weakness was such a weariness! and looked away across the garden-hedge out into the infinite--into more of it at least I think, than Faber recognized.
"And of all things," he went on, "wear shoes--every time you have to step off a carpet--not mere foot-gloves like those." "Is this a healthy place, Doctor Faber ?" she asked, looking haughtier, he thought, but plainly with a little trouble in her eyes.
"Decidedly," he answered.

"And when you are able to walk on the heath you will find the air invigorating.

Only please mind what I say about your shoes .-- May I ask if you intend remaining here any time ?" "I have already remained so much longer than I intended, that I am afraid to say.

My plans are now uncertain." "Excuse me--I know I presume--but in our profession we must venture a little now and then--could you not have some friend with you until you are perfectly strong again?
After what you have come through, it may be years before you are quite what you were.