"With pleasure, dear child."
"Well, then, Mamma Caraman, I am getting tired of Nice."
"I am also tired of it," nodded the companion.
"How should you like to go to Marseilles?"
"With pleasure, my dear child."
"And, Mamma Caraman, I should like to do the journey on horseback," added Clary, in a hesitating voice.
"Still better, dear child—when we reach Marseilles you will be sound in health."
Eight days later we find Clary and her companion settled down in Marseilles. Madame Caraman was in the right—the young patient got round gradually now, as she felt a real desire to get better, and whoever saw the fresh, blooming girl on horseback thought her rather to be anything else than a sufferer from consumption.
In Marseilles Clary got to know misery and sickness in every form and shape, and now she began to see the blessing of being wealthy. She gave with full hands, and Madame Caraman was proud of her conquests since her first journey undertaken under such discouraging circumstances.