"No others can supply your place," said he. "You will always be my own dear old nurse."
Mrs. Hart looked up with a smile of ecstasy.
"I am going away," said Lord Chetwynde, after some further conversation, "in a few days, and I do not know when I will be back, but I want you, for my sake, to try and be cheerful, so as to get well as soon as possible."
"Going away!" gasped Mrs. Hart, in strong surprise. "Where to?"
"To Italy. To Florence," said Lord Chetwynde.
"To Florence?"
"Yes."
"Why do you leave Chetwynde?"
"I have some business," said he, "of a most important kind; so important that I must leave every thing and go away."
"Is your wife going with you?"