But you go every morning, sir, before breakfast to see old Nancy Grant; and youve ordered her this medicine, sir, which is about the most costly in Corbyns bill?
Have you not found out how difficult it is for men to live up to their precepts? Youve a great deal to learn yet, Mr. Wynne! said Mr. Gibson, leaving the surgery as he spoke.
I never can make the governor out, said Mr. Wynne, in a tone of utter despair. What are you laughing at, Coxey?
Oh! Im thinking how blest you are in having parents who have instilled moral principles into your youthful bosom. Youd go and be poisoning all the paupers off, if you hadnt been told that murder was a crime by your mother; youd be thinking you were doing as you were bid, and quote old Gibsons words when you came to be tried. Please, my lord judge, they were not able to pay for my visits; and so I followed the rules of the profession as taught me by Mr. Gibson, the great surgeon at Hollingford, and poisoned the paupers.
I cant bear that scoffing way of his.
And I like it. If it wasnt for the governors fun, and the tamarinds, and something else that I know of, I would run off to India. I hate stifling towns, and sick people, and the smell of drugs, and the stink of pills on my hands; faugh!
One day, for some reason or other, Mr. Gibson came home unexpectedly. He was crossing the hall, having come in by the garden-doorthe garden communicated with the stable-yard, where he had left his horsewhen the kitchen door opened, and the girl who was underling in the establishment, came quickly into the hall with a note in her hand, and made as if she was taking it upstairs; but on seeing her master she gave a little start, and turned back as if to hide herself in the kitchen. If she had not made this movement, so conscious of guilt, Mr. Gibson, who was anything but suspicious, would never have taken any notice of her. As it was, he stepped quickly forwards, opened the kitchen door, and called out Bethia so sharply that she could not delay coming forwards.
Give me that note, he said. She hesitated a little.
Its for Miss Molly, she stammered out.
Give it to me! he repeated more quickly than before. She looked as if she would cry; but still she kept the note tight held behind her back.
He said as I was to give it into her own hands; and I promised as I would, faithful.
Cook, go and find Miss Molly. Tell her to come here at once.
He fixed Bethia with his eyes. It was of no use trying to escape: she might have thrown it into the fire, but she had not presence of mind enough. She stood immovable; only her eyes looked any way rather than encounter her masters steady gaze.
Molly, my dear!
Papa! I did not know you were at home, said innocent, wondering Molly.
Bethia, keep your word. Here is Miss Molly; give her the note.
Indeed, miss, I couldnt help it!
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