'Blanche is helping Mary arrange the Hoxton--I mean her own drawing-room. Hector has brought a dog-cart to drive papa about in; Daisy is gone with Harry and Aubrey to the Grange for some camellias.' 'And Ethel rushing to Cocksmoor!' 'I can't help it, Tom,' she said, humbly; 'I wish I could.' 'What's this immense pannier you are carrying?' 'It is quite light. It is twelve of the hats for the children tomorrow. Mary was bent on trimming them all as usual, and I was deluded enough to believe she would, till last evening I found just one and a half done! I did as many as I could at night, till papa heard me rustling about and thumped. Those went early this morning; and these are the rest, which I have just finished.' 'Was there no one to send?' 'My dear Tom, is your experience of weddings so slight as to suppose there is an available being in the family the day before?' 'I'm sure I don't desire such experience. Why could not they be content without ferreting me down?' 'I am very glad you have come. It would have been a great mortification if you had stayed away. I never quite believed you would.' 'I had much rather see the operation I shall miss to-morrow morning. I shall go back by the two o'clock train.' 'To study their happiness all the way up to town?' 'Then by the mail--' 'I won't torment you to stay; but I think papa will want a talk with you.' 'The very thing I don't want. Why can't he dispose of his property like other people, and give Richard his rights?' 'You know Richard would only be encumbered.' 'No such thing; Richard is a reasonable being--he will marry some of these days--get the living after Wilmot, and--' 'But you know how papa would be grieved to separate the practice from the house.' 'Because he and his fathers were content to bury themselves in a hole, he expects me to do the same. Why, what should I do? The place is over-doctored already. Every third person is a pet patient sending for him for a gnat-bite, gratis, taking the bread out of Wright's mouth. No wonder Henry Ward kicked! If I came here, I must practise on the lap-dogs! Here's my father, stronger than any of us, with fifteen good years' work in him at the least! He would be wretched at giving up to me a tenth part of his lambs, and that tenth would keep us always in hot water. His old-world practice would not go down with me, and he would think everything murder that was fresher than the year 1830.' 'I thought he was remarkable for having gone on with the world,' said Ethel, repressing some indignation. 'So he has in a way, but always against the grain. He has a tough lot of prejudices; and you may depend upon it, they would be more obstinate against me than any one else, and I should be looked on as an undutiful dog for questioning them, besides getting the whole credit of every case that went wrong.' 'I think you are unjust,' said Ethel, flushing with displeasure.