So low had Eden brought him down. So high
had Eden raised him up.
After a long and lingering illness (in certain forlorn stages of which,
when too far gone to speak, he had feebly written 'jolly!' on a slate),
Mark showed some symptoms of returning health. They came and went, and
flickered for a time; but he began to mend at last decidedly; and after
that continued to improve from day to day.
As soon as he was well enough to talk without fatigue, Martin consulted
him upon a project he had in his mind, and which a few months back he
would have carried into execution without troubling anybody's head but
his own.
'Ours is a desperate case,' said Martin. 'Plainly. The place is
deserted; its failure must have become known; and selling what we have
bought to any one, for anything, is hopeless, even if it were honest. We
left home on a mad enterprise, and have failed. The only hope left
us, the only one end for which we have now to try, is to quit this
settlement for ever, and get back to England. Anyhow! by any means! only
to get back there, Mark.'
'That's all, sir,' returned Mr Tapley, with a significant stress upon
the words; 'only that!'
'Now, upon this side of the water,' said Martin, 'we have but one friend
who can help us, and that is Mr Bevan.
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