Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Love stories
"That is hardly necessary, sir, though I should be happy to meet a man
of experience in consultation."
"My word! What airs!" said Wilton, to himself.
"As far as I could I have pretty well diagnosed the case, and it is very
simple. Your niece has evidently suffered deeply."
"Terribly, Doctor; she has been heart-broken."
"Now, my dear Maria, do pray keep your mouth shut, and let Mr Leigh
talk. He doesn't want you to teach him his business."
"But James, dear, I only just--"
"Yes, you always will only just! Go on, please, Doctor, and you'll send
her some medicine?"
"It is hardly a case for medicine, sir. Your niece's trouble is almost
entirely mental. Given rest and happy surroundings, cheerful female
society of her own age, fresh air, moderate exercise, and the calmness
and peace of a home like this, I have no doubt that her nerves will soon
recover their tone."
"Then they had better do it," said Wilton, gruffly. "She has everything
a girl can wish for. My son and I have done all we can to amuse her."
"And I'm sure I have been as loving as a mother to her," said Mrs
Wilton.
"Yes, but you are mistaken, sir. There must be something more. I'd
better take her up to town for advice."
"By all means, sir," said Leigh, coldly. "It might be wise, but I
should say that she would be better here, with time to work its own
cure."
"Of course, I mean no disrespect to you, Mr Leigh, but you are a young
man, and naturally inexperienced."
"Now I don't want to hurt your feelings, James," broke in Mrs Wilton,
"but it is you who are inexperienced in what young girls are. Mr Leigh
has spoken very nicely, and quite understands poor Kate's case. If you
had only seen the way in which he brought her round!"
"I really do wish, Maria, that you would not interfere in what you don't
understand," cried Wilton, irascibly.
"But I'm obliged to when I find you going wrong. It's just what I've
said to you over and over again. You men are so hard and unfeeling, and
don't believe there are such things as nerves. Now, I'm quite sure that
Mr Leigh could do her a great deal of good, if you'd only attend to
your out-door affairs and leave her to me--You grasped it all at once,
Mr Leigh. Poor child, she has done nothing but fret ever since she has
been here, and no wonder. Within a year she has lost both father and
mother."
"Now, Maria, Mr Leigh does not want to hear all our family history."
"And I'm not going to tell it to him, my dear; but it's just as I felt.
It was only last night, when she had that fit of hysterical sobbing, I
said to myself, Now if I had a dozen girls--as I should have liked to,
instead of a boy, who is really a terrible trial to one, Mr Leigh--I
should--"
"Maria!"
"Yes, my dear; but you should let me finish. If poor dear Kate had come
here and found a lot of girls she would have been as happy as the day is
long.--And you don't think she wants physic, Mr Leigh? No, no, don't
hurry away."
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