"There is no occasion to summon assistance while I am here, my dear
general. I can attend you professionally, and if you will allow me,
will soon relieve your pain. Your leg has swollen from exertion, and
the bandages must be loosened."
He made no reply, but his features were distorted with extreme pain. I
went to him, and proceeded to unloose the bandages, which gave him
considerable relief. I then replaced them, _secundum artem_, and with
great tenderness, and going to the sideboard, took the lotion which was
standing there with the other bottles, and wetted the bandages. In a
few minutes he was quite relieved. "Perhaps, sir," said I, "you had
better try to sleep a little. I will take a book, and shall have great
pleasure in watching by your side."
Exhausted with pain and violence, the general made no reply; he fell
back on the sofa, and, in a short time, he snored most comfortably. "I
have conquered you," thought I, as I watched him as he lay asleep. "If
I have not yet, I will, that I am resolved." I walked gently to the
door, unlocked it, and opening it without waking him, ordered some broth
to be brought up immediately, saying that the general was asleep, and
that I would wait for it outside. I accomplished this little manoeuvre,
and reclosed the door without waking my father, and then I took my seat
in the chair, and resumed my book, having placed the broth on the side
of the fire grate to keep it warm. In about an hour he awoke, and
looked around him.
"Do you want anything, my dearest father?" inquired I.
The general appeared undecided as to whether to recommence hostilities;
but at last he said, "I wish the attendance of my servants, sir."
"The attendance of a servant can never be equal to that of your own son,
general," replied I, going to the fire, and taking the basin of broth,
which I replaced upon the tray containing the _et cetera_ on a napkin.
"I expected you would require your broth, and I have had it ready for
you."
"It was what I did require, sir, I must acknowledge," replied my father,
and without further remark he finished the broth.
I removed the tray, and then went for the lotion, and again wetted the
bandages on his leg. "Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?"
said I.
"Nothing--I am very comfortable."
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