The Lazy Tour of Two Idle ApprenticesDickens, Charles
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The Lazy Tour of Two Idle Apprentices
Dickens, Charles
Apprentices -- Fiction; Cumbria (England) -- Description and travel -- Fiction; Walking -- England -- Cumbria -- Fiction
‘When she gave you that drawing? Gave it. Gave it.’ He repeated the
words slowly to himself, and suddenly closed his eyes. A momentary
distortion passed across his face, and I saw one of his hands clutch up
the bedclothes and squeeze them hard. I thought he was going to be ill
again, and begged that there might be no more talking. He opened his
eyes when I spoke, fixed them once more searchingly on Arthur, and said,
slowly and distinctly, ‘You like her, and she likes you. The poor man
may die out of your way. Who can tell that she may not give you herself
as well as her drawing, after all?’
Before young Holliday could answer, he turned to me, and said in a
whisper, ‘Now for the prescription.’ From that time, though he spoke to
Arthur again, he never looked at him more.
When I had written the prescription, he examined it, approved of it, and
then astonished us both by abruptly wishing us good night. I offered to
sit up with him, and he shook his head. Arthur offered to sit up with
him, and he said, shortly, with his face turned away, ‘No.’ I insisted
on having somebody left to watch him. He gave way when he found I was
determined, and said he would accept the services of the waiter at the
Inn.
‘Thank you, both,’ he said, as we rose to go. ‘I have one last favour to
ask—not of you, doctor, for I leave you to exercise your professional
discretion—but of Mr. Holliday.’ His eyes, while he spoke, still rested
steadily on me, and never once turned towards Arthur. ‘I beg that Mr.
Holliday will not mention to any one—least of all to his father—the
events that have occurred, and the words that have passed, in this room.
I entreat him to bury me in his memory, as, but for him, I might have
been buried in my grave. I cannot give my reasons for making this
strange request. I can only implore him to grant it.’
His voice faltered for the first time, and he hid his face on the pillow.
Arthur, completely bewildered, gave the required pledge. I took young
Holliday away with me, immediately afterwards, to the house of my friend;
determining to go back to the Inn, and to see the medical student again
before he had left in the morning.
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