His tact made me realize my weakness, and I was struggling to overcome it when he surprised me by suddenly stopping and laying a rather tremulous hand upon my shoulder.
"You--It wouldn't do you any good to speak of those circumstances, I suppose ?" he faltered.
"No: not now: no good at all." "Forgive me," he said, resuming his walk.

"I had no business--I felt so sorry--I cannot tell you how I sympathize! And yet--I wonder if you will always feel so ?" "No saying how I shall feel when I am a man again," said I."You see what I am at present." And, pulling myself together, I rose to find my new friend quite agitated in his turn.
"I wish we had some more brandy," he sighed.

"I'm afraid it's too late to get any now." "And I'm glad of it," said I."A man in my state ought not to look at spirits, or he may never look past them again.

Thank goodness, there are other medicines.

Only this morning I consulted the best man on nerves in London.