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Updated: May 12, 2025
"Sir, I am silent, and ask your pardon." "But but Doctor, this is simply astounding. Do you hear what this gentleman says? that I I alone am Tristram's guardian after all?" Mr. Finch and Dr. Beckerleg exchanged an anxious look. The Doctor cleared his throat and took up the story. "No, my dear Captain, I regret that you make one mistake. You said 'alone." "What? Is there another trustee?"
Captain Barker shivered again, plucked aimlessly at a rosette in the window-cushion, and stole a quick glance at his comrade's back. Then, putting a finger to his lip, he slid down to the floor and lurched across to the Doctor. "She was left penniless?" he whispered. "That, or almost that, 'tis said," replied Dr. Beckerleg in the same key, though the question obviously surprised him.
He opened his eyes feebly, smiled, and whispering one word "Dad!" sank back into a dreamless slumber. Four weeks afterwards Tristram was put into a boat and taken up to London, whence after two days' rest he was removed by easy stages home to Harwich. At the gate of Captain Barker's pavilion he passed into the care of Dr. Beckerleg, who put him to bed at once and dared him to get up.
Doctor Beckerleg was coming up the street, his hat pushed back and his neckcloth loosened as he respired the morning air. The footsteps paused underneath, by the inn door; but the little Captain leant back in the window-seat without making a sign. He had seen the Doctor's face.
He was a childless man, and, with the exception of some trifling legacies to the town of Boston and a few private friends, bequeathed his wealth to his only niece, Margaret, daughter of the Sir Jabez Tellworthy already mentioned, and her heirs." Captain Runacles uncrossed his legs and addressed Dr. Beckerleg. "Doctor, haven't you brought this gentleman to the wrong pavilion?" "Wait a moment."
As a Christian I deprecate the shedding of blood. But if somebody's blood must be shed, let us be reasonable and kill the baby!" Captain Barker lowered his point. "Decidedly the question is more difficult than I imagined." "At least it cannot be settled before eating," said Dr. Beckerleg, as the drawer entered with a tray.
Beckerleg, having given his patient leave to dress and set foot outside the door for the first time, stepped down into the garden to seek the two captains and send them upstairs to help the invalid. As he opened the front-door a searching odour caused him to pause in the porch and sniff.
"But this treatise has the advantage to be unwritten." Dr. Beckerleg untied the ribbon, and holding out the book, turned over a score of pages. They were all blank. "Undoubtedly that is an advantage. But then, it hardly seems to me to be a treatise." "No: but it will be when you have written it." "Certainly, you intend to train Tristram in accordance with nature.
When, half an hour later, Captain Barker came out and closed this door gently, Dr. Beckerleg, who waited on the landing, forbore to look a second time at his face. Instead he stared fixedly at the staircase wall and observed: "I think it is time we turned our attention upon the child." "Take me to him by all means."
The two captains stared at him. "I give you my word," he said quietly. "My dear Jack " "That settles it, Jemmy." They took each other's hand. "But excuse me," said Dr. Beckerleg, "this is not what I came to tell you. Just now I have given Tristram leave to stroll out into the garden for an hour and he is waiting for you to dress him."
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