'That's very nice; but I think there are no teachers, you see--painters, and singers, and that sort of thing that is usual with young ladies. No teachers of that kind--of _any_ kind--are there?' 'No; my uncle thinks it better I should lay in a store of health, he says.' 'I know; and the carriage and horses have not come; how soon are they expected?' 'I really can't say, and I assure you I don't much care. I think running about great fun.' 'You walk to church?' 'Yes; Uncle Silas's carriage wants a new wheel, he told me.' 'Ay, but a young woman of your rank, you know, it is not usual she should be without the use of a carriage. Have you horses to ride?' I shook my head. 'Your uncle, you know, has a very liberal allowance for your maintenance and education.' I remembered something in the will about it, and Mary Quince was constantly grumbling that 'he did not spend a pound a week on our board.' I answered nothing, but looked down. Another glance at the door from Doctor Bryerly's sharp black eyes. 'Is he kind to you?' 'Very kind--most gentle and affectionate.' 'Why doesn't he keep company with you? Does he ever dine with you, or drink tea, or talk to you? Do you see much of him?' 'He is a miserable invalid--his hours and regimen are peculiar. Indeed I wish very much you would consider his case; he is, I believe, often insensible for a long time, and his mind in a strange feeble state sometimes.' 'I dare say--worn out in his young days; and I saw that preparation of opium in his bottle--he takes too much.' 'Why do you think so, Doctor Bryerly?' 'It's made on water: the spirit interferes with the use of it beyond a certain limit. You have no idea what those fellows can swallow. Read the "Opium Eater." I knew two cases in which the quantity exceeded De Quincy's. Aha! it's new to you?' and he laughed quietly at my simplicity. 'And what do you think his complaint is?' I asked. 'Pooh! I haven't a notion; but, probably, one way or another, he has been all his days working on his nerves and his brain. These men of pleasure, who have no other pursuit, use themselves up mostly, and pay a smart price for their sins. And so he's kind and affectionate, but hands you over to your cousin and the servants. Are his people civil and obliging?' 'Well, I can't say much for them; there is a man named Hawkes, and his daughter, who are very rude, and even abusive sometimes, and say they have orders from my uncle to shut us out from a portion of the grounds; but I don't believe that, for Uncle Silas never alluded to it when I was making my complaint of them to-day.' 'From what part of the grounds is that?' asked Doctor Bryerly, sharply. I described the situation as well as I could. 'Can we see it from this?' he asked, peeping from the window. 'Oh, no.' Doctor Bryerly made a note in his pocket-book here, and I said-- 'But I am really quite sure it was a story of Dickon's, he is such a surly, disobliging man.'