"Excuse me, my dear father, I may be wrong, but if so, I will bow to your
superior judgment; but it does appear to me, that the mere hanging me in
a basket at the gate of the Foundling Hospital, and leaving me a
bank-note of fifty pounds to educate and maintain me until the age of
twenty-four, are not exactly all the duties incumbent upon a parent. If
you think that they are, I am afraid that the world, as well as myself,
will be of a different opinion. Not that I intend to make any complaint,
as I feel assured that now circumstances have put it in your power, it is
your intention to make me amends for leaving me so long in a state of
destitution, and wholly dependent upon my own resources."
"You do, do you, sir? well, now, I'll tell you my resolution, which
is--there is the door--go out, and never let me see your face again."
"My dear father, as I am convinced this is only a little pleasantry on
your part, or perhaps a mere trial whether I am possessed of the spirit
and determination of a De Benyon, I shall, of course, please you by not
complying with your humorous request."
"Won't you, by G--d!" roared my father; then turning to his two native
servants, he spoke to them in Hindostanee. They immediately walked to the
door, threw it wide open, and then coming back to me, were about to take
me by the arms. I certainly felt my blood boil, but I recollected how
necessary it was to keep my temper. I rose from my chair, and advancing
to the side of the sofa, I said.
"My dear father, as I perceive that you do not require your crutches at
this moment, you will not perhaps object to my taking one. These foreign
scoundrels must not be permitted to insult _you_ through the person of
your only son."
"Turn him out," roared my father.
The natives advanced, but I whirled the crutch round my head, and in a
moment they were both prostrate. As soon as they gained their feet, I
attacked them again, until they made their escape out of the room; I
then shut the door and turned the key.
"Thank you, my dear sir," said I, returning the crutch to where it was
before. "Many thanks for thus permitting me to chastise the insolence
of these black scoundrels, whom I take it for granted, you will
immediately discharge;" and I again took my seat in the chair, bringing
it closer to him.
The rage of the general was now beyond all bounds; the white foam was
spluttered out of his mouth, as he in vain endeavoured to find words.
Once he actually rose from the sofa, to take the law in his own hands,
but the effort seriously injured his leg, and he threw himself down in
pain and disappointment.
"My dear father, I am afraid that, in your anxiety to help me, you have
hurt your leg again," said I, in a soothing voice.
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