Is a very short one, and may appear of no great importance in its place, but it should be read notwithstanding, as a sequel to the last, and a key to one that will follow when its time arrives.
And so you are resolved to be my travelling companion this morning; eh? said the doctor, as Harry Maylie joined him and Oliver at the breakfast-table. Why, you are not in the same mind or intention two half-hours together!
You will tell me a different tale one of these days, said Harry, colouring without any perceptible reason.
I hope I may have good cause to do so, replied Mr. Losberne; though I confess I don't think I shall. But yesterday morning you had made up your mind, in a great hurry, to stay here, and to accompany your mother, like a dutiful son, to the sea-side. Before noon, you announce that you are going to do me the honour of accompanying me as far as I go, on your road to London. And at night, you urge me, with great mystery, to start before the ladies are stirring; the consequence of which is, that young Oliver here is pinned down to his breakfast when he ought to be ranging the meadows after botanical phenomena of all kinds. Too bad, isn't it, Oliver?
I should have been very sorry not to have been at home when you and Mr. Maylie went away, sir, rejoined Oliver.
That's a fine fellow, said the doctor; you shall come and see me when you return. But, to speak seriously, Harry; has any communication from the great nobs produced this sudden anxiety on your part to be gone?
The great nobs, replied Harry, under which designation, I presume, you include my most stately uncle, have not communicated with me at all, since I have been here; nor, at this time of the year, is it likely that anything would occur to render necessary my immediate attendance among them.
Well, said the doctor, you are a queer fellow. But of course they will get you into parliament at the election before Christmas, and these sudden shiftings and changes are no bad preparation for political life. There's something in that. Good training is always desirable, whether the race be for place, cup, or sweepstakes.
Harry Maylie looked as if he could have followed up this short dialogue by one or two remarks that would have staggered the doctor not a little; but he contented himself with saying, We shall see, and pursued the subject no farther. The post-chaise drove up to the door shortly afterwards; and Giles coming in for the luggage, the good doctor bustled out, to see it packed.
Oliver, said Harry Maylie, in a low voice, let me speak a word with you.
Oliver walked into the window-recess to which Mr. Maylie beckoned him; much surprised at the mixture of sadness and boisterous spirits, which his whole behaviour displayed.
You can write well now? said Harry, laying his hand upon his arm.
I hope so, sir, replied Oliver.
I shall not be at home again, perhaps for some time; I wish you would write to me say once a fortnight: every alternate Monday: to the General Post Office in London. Will you?
Oh! certainly, sir; I shall be proud to do it, exclaimed Oliver, greatly delighted with the commission.
I should like to know how how my mother and Miss Maylie are, said the young man; and you can fill up a sheet by telling me what walks you take, and what you talk about, and whether she they, I mean seem happy and quite well. You understand me?
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