"You are well cared for, my lord," answered Dick; "but don't talk;
you'll get round the sooner if you keep quiet."
Lord Reginald's answer showed that he was still in a state of delirium.
"Thanks, Julia; thanks, mother; you have nursed me very tenderly. I'll
do as you wish, only don't let that young ruffian Hargrave come near me.
He has been the bane of my life. I wish that we had got him out of the
_Wolf_ before we sailed from home, or that a chance shot had taken his
head off. You don't know what I went through when I was wrecked on that
horrible island. He came and taunted me, and would have left me to die
in a wretched cave by myself, while he was living luxuriously on birds,
deer, and pigs that he killed."
Having thus rambled on for some time, Lord Reginald began to blame
himself, and to confess that he had allowed Dick to be unjustly treated,
and had instigated Toady Voules and others to behave ill to him.
These latter expressions greatly relieved Dick's mind, although the
abuse which Lord Reginald had showered on his head would not have made
him less attentive to his patient's wants. For hours together the
latter rambled on; sometimes he fancied himself at home, and asked for
ices and peaches and grapes from the hot-houses, turning his eyes to
Dick, and ordering him to bring them immediately.
The word "grapes" reminded Dick that he had seen a juicy fruit somewhat
resembling the grape of temperate climes, of which several of the birds
of the island appeared to be very fond. He hurried out to search for
them, leaving Nep to watch by his master's side. He was fortunate in
discovering some bunches which appeared ripe, and instantly returned
with them. Dick ate several himself, to ascertain their character, and
was satisfied that they were wholesome and at the same time nutritious,
though far less juicy than real grapes. On his return, Lord Reginald
abused him, supposing him to be one of the servants, for having been so
long away; then eagerly seizing the fruit with an expression of joy, he
endeavoured to convey it to his mouth, but such was his weakness that,
letting it drop, he asked Dick to feed him.
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