"You find me," says Sir Leicester, whose eyes are much attracted towards him, "far from well, George Rouncewell."
"I am very sorry both to hear it and to see it, Sir Leicester."
"I am sure you are. No. In addition to my older malady, I have had a sudden and bad attack. Something that deadens," making an endeavour to pass one hand down one side, "and confuses," touching his lips.
George, with a look of assent and sympathy, makes another bow. The different times when they were both young men (the trooper much the younger of the two) and looked at one another down at Chesney Wold arise before them both and soften both.

"You find me far from well, George Rouncewell. I have had a sudden and bad attack. Something that deadens," trying to pass one hand down one side, "and confuses," touching his lips.
George, with a look of sympathy, makes another bow. The different times when they were both younger men at Chesney Wold arise before them and soften both.
