"Besides," said the surgeon, with more feeling, "your father has really been making a noble effort over himself. He suffers more than you would think--not for himself, (for I do believe that, if he were alone in the world, he would be quite contented if he could save fifty pounds a-year and his books,) but for your mother and yourself; and a fresh access of emotional excitement, all the nervous anxiety of a journey to London on such a business, might have ended in a paralytic or epileptic affection. Now, we have him here snug; and the worst news we can give him will be better than what he will make up his mind for. But you don't eat." "Eat! How can I? My poor father!" "The effect of grief upon the gastric juices, through the nervous system, is very remarkable," said Mr Squills, philosophically, and helping himself to a broiled bone; "it increases the thirst, while it takes away hunger. No--don't touch Port!--heating! Sherry and water." CHAPTER LV. The house-door had closed upon Mr Squills--that gentleman having promised to breakfast with me the next morning, so that we might take the coach from our gate--and I remained alone, seated by the supper-table, and revolving all I had heard, when my father walked in. "Pisistratus," said he, gravely, and looking round him, "your mother!--suppose the worst--your first care, then, must be to try and secure something for her. You and I are men--_we_ can never want, while we have health of mind and body; but a woman--and if anything happens to me"-- My father's lip writhed as it uttered these brief sentences. "My dear, dear father!" said I, suppressing my tears with difficulty, "all evils, as you yourself said, look worse by anticipation. It is impossible that your whole fortune can be involved. The newspaper did not run many weeks; and only the first volume of your work is printed. Besides, there must be other shareholders who will pay their quota. Believe me, I feel sanguine as to the result of my embassy. As for my poor mother, it is not the loss of fortune that will wound her--depend on it, she thinks very little of that; it is the loss of your confidence." "My confidence!" "Ah yes! tell her all your fears, as your hopes. Do not let your affectionate pity exclude her from one corner of your heart." "It is that--it is _that_, Austin,--my husband--my joy--my pride--my soul--my all!" cried a soft, broken voice. My mother had crept in, unobserved by us. My father looked at us both, and the tears which had before stood in his eyes forced their way. Then opening his arms--into which his Kitty threw herself joyfully--he lifted those moist eyes upward, and, by the movement of his lips, I saw that he thanked God.