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"My son! is there any thing the matter with my son? Oh, Dr. Amboyne!" "He must have been out of sorts, you know, or he would not have consulted me," replied the doctor, affecting candor. "Consult! Why, what has happened? He was quite well when he left me this morning." "I doubt that. He complained of headache and fever. But I soon found his MIND was worried. A misunderstanding with the trades!
But then how long could she be in ignorance? Little was coming home; he would certainly speak out. Dr. Amboyne was more tormented with doubts than a man of inferior intellect would have been. His was an academic mind, accustomed to look at every side of a question; and, when he reached Woodbine Villa, he was almost distracted with doubt and perplexity.
"If there was any ground for alarm, should I not go myself every day?" said he, gravely, and even tenderly. "Forgive me," said the widow, and gave him her hand with a sweet and womanly gesture. The main difficulty was now got over; and Dr. Amboyne was careful not to say too much, for he knew that his tongue moved among pitfalls. As Dr.
They were then to sail west to "Terre Leeuwin," ascend the Swan River, complete the exploration of Shark's Bay and the north-western coasts, and winter in Timor or Amboyne. Finally, they were to coast along New Guinea and the Gulf of Carpentaria, and return to France in 1803.
Little gave Dr. Amboyne her hand, "Bitter, but wholesome medicine!" she murmured, and then was too overcome to speak for a little while. "Ah, my good, wise friend!" said she at last, "thick clouds seem clearing from my mind; I begin to see I was the one to blame." "Yes; and if Raby will be as docile as you, and put himself in your place, he will tell me he was the one to blame.
Cheetham interposed and drew Amboyne aside, and began to tell him who the man was and what the dispute; but Amboyne cut the latter explanation short. "What," said he, "is this the carver whose work I saw up at Mr. Carden's?" "This is the very man, no doubt." "Why, he's a sculptor: Praxiteles in wood. A fine choice they have made for their gunpowder, a workman that did honor to the town."
He stared, bowed, and sunk into his place like a man in a dream. Bridemaids became magnetically conscious that an incongruous element had entered; so they tittered. At what does sweet silly seventeen not titter? Knives and forks clattered, champagne popped, and Dr. Amboyne was more perplexed and miserable than he had ever been. He had never encountered a more hopeless situation.
And if he had known any thing, would he have kept it to himself? Still he judged it prudent to propitiate Dr. Amboyne; so, when the time came for the usual folly of drinking healths, he leaned over to him, and, in the sweetest possible voice, asked him if he would do them both the honor to propose the bride's health. At this unexpected call from Mr. Coventry, Dr.
But it did not surprise Grotait so much, and it came about in the simplest way. That morning, at about eleven o'clock, Dr. Amboyne had called on Mrs. Little, and had asked Henry, rather stiffly, whether he was quite forgetting Life, Labor and Capital.
Amboyne interfered, and, after a certain degree of fencing which seems inseparable from the practice of medicine told Henry plainly he feared the very worst if this went on; Mrs. Little was on the brink of jaundice. By his advice Henry took her to Aberystwith in Wales, and, when he had settled her there, went back to his troubles.
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