"What are you doing, Pinsent?"
"I'm going to move you to a tent for better air, to hasten your recovery," I said.
He only sighed and wearily closed his eyes.
Then the procession started. When Miss Ottley saw her father being carried out, she was so surprised that she stood dumb. Turning round a little later I saw that she and her friends were conversing amiably. Arrived at the tents, I fixed the patient comfortably, then arranged the furniture in both apartments; the outer, of course, was to be Miss Ottley's room.
When all was done, I dismissed the fellaheen to other tasks and walked up to Ottley's cot. "Sir Robert," said I.
His eyes opened and he looked at me.
"You know that your friend, Dr. Belleville, has come?"
"Yes—we have had a chat."
"So. Well, I now propose to turn the case over to him. Your recovery should be rapid. You are already practically convalescent."
"You are leaving me?"