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in the unlucky position of a penniless heir, and Ive been brought up soIn fact, I must leave home from time to time; and, if my father gets confirmed in this notion of his that my health is worse for my absence, hell stop the supplies altogether. May I ask where you do spend your time when you are not at Hamley Hall? asked Mr. Gibson, with some hesitation in his manner. No! replied Osborne reluctantly. I will tell you this:I stay with friends in the country. I lead a life which ought to be conducive to health, because it is thoroughly simple, rational, and happy. And now Ive told you more about it than my father himself knows. He never asks me where Ive been; and I shouldnt tell him if he didat least, I think not. Mr. Gibson rode on by Osbornes side, not speaking for a moment or two. Osborne, whatever scrapes you may have got into, I should advise your telling your father boldly out. I know him; and I know hell be angry enough at first, but hell come round, take my word for it; and, somehow or another, hell find money to pay your debts and set you free, if its that kind of difficulty; and if its any other kind of entanglement, why, still hes your best friend. Its this estrangement from your father thats telling on your health, Ill be bound. No, said Osborne, I beg your pardon; but its not that; I am really out of order. I daresay my unwillingness to encounter any displeasure from my father is the consequence of my indisposition; but Ill answer for it, it is not the cause of it. My instinct tells me there is something really the matter with me. Come, dont be setting up your instinct against the profession! said Mr. Gibson cheerily. He dismounted, and throwing the reins of his horse round his arm, he looked at Osbornes tongue and felt his pulse, asking him various questions. At the end he said Well soon bring you about; though I should like a little more quiet talk with you, without this tugging brute for a third. If youll manage to ride over and lunch with us to-morrow, Dr. Nicholls will be with us; hes coming over to see old Rowe; and you shall have the benefit of the advice of two doctors instead of one. Go home now; youve had enough exercise for the middle of a day as hot as this is. And dont mope in the house, listening to the maunderings of your stupid instinct. What else have I to do? said Osborne. My father and I are not companions; one cant read and write for ever, especially when theres no end to be gained by it. I dont mind telling youbut in confidence, recollectthat Ive been trying to get some of my poems published; but theres no one like a publisher for taking the conceit out of one. Not a man among them would have them as a gift. Oho! so thats it, is it, Master Osborne! I thought there was some mental cause for this depression of health. I wouldnt trouble my head about it, if I were you; though thats always very easily said, I know. Try your hand at prose, if you cant manage to please the publishers with poetry; but, at any rate, dont go on fretting over spilt milk. But I mustnt lose my time here. Come over to us to-morrow, as I said; and, what with the wisdom of two doctors, and the wit and folly of three women, I think we shall cheer you up a bit. So saying, Mr. Gibson remounted, and rode away at the long slinging trot so well known to the country people as the doctors pace. I dont like his looks, thought Mr. Gibson to himself at night, as over his daybooks he reviewed the events of the day. And then his pulse! But how often were all mistaken; and, ten to one, my own hidden enemy lies closer to me than his does to himeven taking the worse view of the case! |
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