human
I sent for you to come to see me, Rachel, because I wanted particularly to ask you a question. I have been ill nearly a year now, and I get no better. I am beginning to fear I shall never get better, but have to be like this all my life. I have lain here with that thought to keep me company until I can bear it no longer. I feel sometimes as if I am going out of my senses. I must find something to help me, or it may really come to that in the end. I keep up pretty well during the day, for I hate being pitied, and that keeps me from breaking down in public; but the nights--the long, long endless nights! Nobody knows what I endure in the nights! You are so good--everyone says you are so good-- tell me how to bear it and not mind! Tell me what I am to do to grow patient and resigned!
gpt
Dear Vere, I have never been tried as you are. I have had only one or two short illnesses in my life--I have never known the weariness and disappointment--
human
No, but you have other trials. You have so much to bear, and it is so dull and wretched for you all the time,