I bore the journey--happily for me, it was a short one--better than had been anticipated. For the first few days that followed, the purer air of the country seemed, in some degree, to revive me. But the deadly sense of weakness, the slow sinking of the vital power in me, returned as the time drew near for the marriage. The ceremony was performed at night. Only Susan and her mother were present. No persons in the house but ourselves had the faintest suspicion of what had happened.
I signed my new will (the priest and Mrs. Rymer being the witnesses) in my bed that night. It left everything that Ipossessed, excepting a legacy to Mrs. Mozeen, to my wife.
