The Mission; or Scenes in AfricaMarryat, Frederick
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The Mission; or Scenes in Africa
Marryat, Frederick
Adventure stories; Africa -- Fiction
"No, sir, not quite well: he has been in bed for this last week; but
there is nothing serious the matter, I believe."
Alexander hastened up-stairs, and was once more in the arms of Sir
Charles Wilmot, who embraced him warmly, and then, exhausted with the
emotion, sank back on his pillow.
"Leave me for a little while, my dear boy, till I recover myself a
little," said Sir Charles: "I have no complaint, but I am very weak and
feeble. I will send for you very soon."
Alexander, who was himself much affected, was not sorry to withdraw for
a while, and sent the housekeeper, who attended his aged relative, into
the room. In about an hour, a message arrived requesting that he would
return to his uncle.
"And now, my dear, kind boy, tell me everything. I am indeed overjoyed
to see you back again; I have not had one line from you since you left
the Cape, and I really think that the worry and anxiety that I have felt
have been the cause of my taking to my bed. Now you are back, I shall
be quite well again. Now tell me all, and I will not interrupt you."
Alexander sat down by the bed, and entered into a full detail of the
results of his expedition to Port Natal; reading over all the memoranda
which they had collected, and satisfactorily proving that the
descendants of the Europeans then existing could not by any possibility
be from those who had been lost in the _Grosvenor_ East-Indiaman.
Sir Charles Wilmot listened in silence to all Alexander had to say, and
then, joining his hands above the bed-clothes, exclaimed, "Gracious
Lord, I thank thee that this weight has been removed from my mind." He
then for some minutes prayed in silence, and when he had finished, he
requested Alexander to leave him till the evening.
The physician having called shortly after Alexander left his uncle,
Alexander requested his opinion as to Sir Charles's state of health.
The former replied--
"He has but one complaint, my dear sir, which all the remedies in the
world are not very likely to remove: it is the natural decay of nature,
arising from old age. I do not consider that he is in any immediate
danger of dissolution. I think it very likely that he may never rise
from his bed again; but, at the same time, he may remain bed-ridden for
months. He sinks very gradually, for he has had naturally a very strong
constitution. I believe the anxiety of his mind, arising from your
absence, and the blame he laid on himself for having allowed you to
undertake your expedition, have worn him more than anything else; but
now that you have returned, I have no doubt, after the first excitement
is over, that he will rally. Still man is born to die, Mr Wilmot, and
your uncle has already lived beyond the threescore years and ten
allotted to the average age of man. Depend upon it, everything shall be
done which can protract a life so dear to you."
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