"She is gentleness and patience personified," said Josephine, "Ask
whom she will accompany to the theatre to-night and pray her,--your
faithful wife--to stay with you."
"The theatre!" he uttered. "Are you going, and with whom?"
"With Mr. and Miss Talbot;" and save that she fastened her gaze upon
him, instead of her, she looked and spoke the same.
"The 'Miss,' is an adroit addenda," sneered Josephine.
Her father was silent. His selfishness was wounded. He was angered and
mortified that his wife should consign him to the care of others and
find enjoyment in gay recreations, while he lay crippled and racked;
but he detected the spring of Josephine's interference, and pride
cried loudly that her impertinent malice should be punished. A study
of his wife's determined face settled the point. If they differed, the
mischief-maker should not know it. "Hark you!" said he, with sudden
composure. "I see your game, my lady, and you may as well throw up your
cards. I am master in my house, and there is no law against turning you
out of it. I thought I had taught you this already. I have a piece of
advice, you will do well to bear in mind. Attend to your own business,
and let your betters alone. Now, be off! and don't let me see you again
until you can behave yourself."
"I obey you, sir. If you want my services, I trust you will send for
me."
Mr. Read was awkwardly embarrassed, when left with his wife.
Domineering and stubborn as he was, she awed him. Her haughty endurance
of his foolish fondness gave him no lien upon her affections; and the
sang-froid, she had preserved under Josephine's insolence, was a bad
augury of the efficacy of reproaches. She consulted her watch, and
informed him that it was the hour for his medicine; administered it,
and shook up his pillow.
"Helen," said he, coaxingly, "are you in earnest about leaving me? What
shall I do?"
"Sarah will wait upon you. I have the utmost confidence in her
fidelity."
"But what is a servant's nursing, after yours?"
"It is a pity you entertain this repugnance to every one's attentions
but mine. My health and spirits are injured by fatigue and want of
rest. You are recovering, there is no absolute necessity for my
remaining with you; and it _is_ necessary that I should take care of
myself. We had best suspend this discussion, Mr. Read. You have been
too much excited this morning; and arguments are useless, as my plans
are made."
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