Since this time, whenever I have been a
little out of sorts myself I have at once gone up to Regent's Park, and
have invariably been benefited. I mention this here in the hope that
some one or other of my readers may find the hint a useful one.
At the end of his fortnight my hero was much better, more so even than
our friend the doctor had expected. "Now," he said, "Mr Pontifex may go
abroad, and the sooner the better. Let him stay a couple of months."
This was the first Ernest had heard about his going abroad, and he talked
about my not being able to spare him for so long. I soon made this all
right.
"It is now the beginning of April," said I, "go down to Marseilles at
once, and take steamer to Nice. Then saunter down the Riviera to
Genoa--from Genoa go to Florence, Rome and Naples, and come home by way
of Venice and the Italian lakes."
"And won't you come too?" said he, eagerly.
I said I did not mind if I did, so we began to make our arrangements next
morning, and completed them within a very few days.
CHAPTER LXXX
We left by the night mail, crossing from Dover. The night was soft, and
there was a bright moon upon the sea.
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