Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Love stories
"I have given you my opinion, madam," said Leigh, who had risen.
"Yes, and I'm sure it is right. I did give her some fluid magnesia
yesterday, the same as I take for my acidity--"
"Woman, will you hold your tongue!" cried Wilton.
"No, James, certainly not. It is my duty, as poor Kate's aunt, to do
what is best for her; and you should not speak to me like that before a
stranger. I don't know what he will think. The fluid magnesia would
not do her any harm, would it, Mr Leigh?"
"Not the slightest, madam; and I feel sure that with a little motherly
attention and such a course of change as I prescribed, Miss Wilton will
soon be well."
"There, James, we must have the Morrison girls to stay here with her.
They are musical and--"
"We shall have nothing of the kind, Maria," said her husband, with
asperity.
"Well, I know you don't like them, my dear, but in a case of urgency--by
the way, Mr Leigh, someone told me your sister played exquisitely on
the organ last Sunday because the organist was ill."
"My sister does play," said Leigh, coldly.
"I wish I had been at church to hear her, but my poor Claud had such a
bad bilious headache I was nearly sending for you, and I had to stay at
home and nurse him. I'm sure the cooking must be very bad at those
cricket match dinners."
"Now, my dear Maria, you are keeping Mr Leigh."
"Oh, no, my dear, he was sent for to give us his advice, and I'm sure it
is very valuable. By the way, Mr Leigh, why has not your sister called
here?"
"I--er--really--my professional duties have left me little time for
etiquette, madam, but I was under the impression that the first call
should be to the new-comer."
"Why, of course. Do sit down, James. You are only kicking the dust out
of this horrid thick Turkey carpet--they are such a job to move and get
beaten, Mr Leigh. Do sit down, dear; you know how it fidgets me when
you will jump up and down like a wild beast in a cage."
"Waffle!" said Mr Wilton aside.
"You are quite right, Mr Leigh; I ought to have called, but Claud does
take up so much of my time. But I will call to-morrow, and then you two
come up here the next day and dine with us, and I feel sure that our
poor dear Kate will be quite pleased to know your sister. Tell her--no;
I'll ask her to bring some music. She seems very nice, and young girls
do always get on so well together. I know she'll do my niece a deal of
good. But, of course, you will come again to-day, and keep on seeing
her as much as you think necessary."
"Really I--" said Leigh, hesitating, and glancing resentfully at the
master of the house.
"Oh, yes, come on, Mr Leigh, and put my niece right as soon as you
can," he said.
"But your regular medical attendant--Mr Rainsford, I believe?"
"You may believe he's a pig-headed, obstinate old fool," growled Wilton.
"Wanted to take off my leg when I had a fall at a hedge, and the horse
rolled over it. Simple fracture, sir; and swore it would mortify. I
mortified him."
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