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A proud fool! said my aunt. Because his brother was a little eccentricthough he is not half so eccentric as a good many peoplehe didnt like to have him visible about his house, and sent him away to some private asylum-place; though he had been left to his particular care by their deceased father, who thought him almost a natural. And a wise man he must have been to think so! Mad himself, no doubt. Again, as my aunt looked quite convinced, I endeavoured to look quite convinced also. So I stepped in, said my aunt, and made him an offer. I said, Your brothers sanea great deal more sane than you are, or ever will be, it is to be hoped. Let him have his little income, and come and live with me. I am not afraid of him, I am not proud, I am ready to take care of him, and shall not ill-treat him as some people (besides the asylum-folks) have done. After a good deal of squabbling, said my aunt, I got him, and he has been here ever since. He is the most friendly and amenable creature in existence; and as for advice!But nobody knows what that mans mind is except myself. My aunt smoothed her dress and shook her head, as if she smoothed defiance of the whole world out of the one, and shook it out of the other. He had a favourite sister, said my aunt, a good creature, and very kind to him. But she did what they all dotook a husband. And he did what they all domade her wretched. It had such an effect upon the mind of Mr. Dick (thats not madness, I hope!) that, combined with his fear of his brother, and his sense of his unkindness, it threw him into a fever. That was before he came to me, but the recollection of it is oppressive to him even now. Did he say anything to you about King Charles the First, child? Yes, aunt. Ah! said my aunt, rubbing her nose as if she were a little vexed. Thats his allegorical way of expressing it. He connects his illness with great disturbance and agitation, naturally, and thats the figure, or the simile, or whatever its called, which he chooses to use. And why shouldnt he, if he thinks proper? I said, Certainly, aunt. Its not a business-like way of speaking, said my aunt, nor a worldly way. I am aware of that; and thats the reason why I insist upon it, that there shant be a word about it in his Memorial. Is it a Memorial about his own history that he is writing, aunt? Yes, child, said my aunt, rubbing her nose again. He is memorialising the Lord Chancellor, or the Lord Somebody or otherone of those people, at all events, who are paid to be memorialisedabout his affairs. I suppose it will go in, one of these days. He hasnt been able to draw it up yet, without introducing that mode of expressing himself; but it dont signify; it keeps him employed. In fact, I found out afterwards that Mr. Dick had been for upwards of ten years endeavouring to keep King Charles the First out of the Memorial; but he had been constantly getting into it, and was there now. I say again, said my aunt, nobody knows what that mans mind is except myself; and hes the most amenable and friendly creature in existence. If he likes to fly a kite sometimes, what of that? Franklin used to fly a kite. He was a Quaker, or something of that sort, if I am not mistaken. And a Quaker flying a kite is a much more ridiculous object than anybody else. If I could have supposed that my aunt had recounted these particulars for my especial behoof, and as a piece of confidence in me, I should have felt very much distinguished, and should have augured favourably from such a mark of her good opinion. But I could hardly help observing that she had launched into them, chiefly because the question was raised in her own mind, and with very little reference to me, though she had addressed herself to me in the absence of anybody else. |
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