He was, during the greater part of the day, in bed.

For a few hours he lay on his sofa, wrapped in flannels.

I sate by him about twenty minutes, and was then ordered away.

He was very weak and languid; and, though the torture of the gout was over, was still in pain; but he retained all his courage, and all his sweetness of temper.

I told his sister that I did not think that he was suffering much.