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"You told me you had a novel on the stocks," said Gaisford. "I suppose you wouldn't let me see it?" The first draft of the book was already in type, and, though Eric hated his work to be seen before he had set the last polish on it, the new indecision and weakness of will allowed him to be overpersuaded.
Amand, formed the basis of this work: to them were added some valuable criticisms by Toup; and though the arrangement of the whole may be justly charged with a want of clearness and order, and Dr. Gaisford has since employed much greater exactness and diligence in his edition of the same author, yet the praise of a most entertaining and delightful variety cannot be denied to the notes of Warton.
"Including dinner, darling," said Lady Poynter, with a meaning glance at the clock. It was all so familiar that Eric's sense of probability would have been outraged, if he had not been put next to Barbara. "I'm very glad to see you again, Eric," she whispered: "Dr. Gaisford was so gloomy about you. . . . How long have you been allowed out?" "Oh, a week." "And you never told me?
"Gaisford let me get up for the first night. I caught sight of you in the distance. But I left after the first interval." From the end of the table Lady Poynter was making desperate attempts to attract Eric's attention. "Mr. Lane, you're the only person who can tell us this " Barbara touched his wrist and nodded past him. "Margaret's trying to speak to you," she said.
Not until the afternoon of the production did Gaisford relax discipline; then he admitted rather grudgingly that Eric might go to the theatre if he refused all invitations to supper and came straight back to bed. He was to dine at home and he would be wise to leave the house before any one could call on him for a speech.
Gaisford smiled reassuringly and rang for tea. "I've ordered him a complete rest and change for three months." "But he won't take it! The head of his department wants him to give a course of lectures in America, but he won't leave London. If you're more in his confidence than I am "
"I'm not built that way." "So I've heard before from others as well. And the others have found themselves packed off to nursing-homes, which, my dear Eric, are very tedious institutions. Are you going abroad now?" "Not at the moment." "What are you going to do?" "I'm going back to my office, if I'm still wanted." Gaisford shrugged his shoulders ruefully.
I mentioned Lord Clare's wish to look forward to the Government of Bombay or Madras to the Duke last night, and he did not by any means receive the proposition unfavourably. I told Clare so to-day. June 13. Gaisford has refused the Bishopric of Oxford wisely, for he was only a Grecian and had good preferment. He is a rough man too. I am glad he has refused it.
Though the quarrel was composed, the taut nerves were still unrelaxed; and, after two more nights of insomnia, Eric was driven to consult his doctor. The examination, with its attendant annoyances of sounding and questioning, weighing and measuring, was tiresomely thorough; but at the end Gaisford could only suggest change of scene and occupation. "I'm not a good subject for rest," Eric objected.
When Barbara left him for Crawleigh Abbey, he had resigned from his department and withdrawn the resignation, accepted an invitation to lecture in America and cancelled the acceptance; every night he led Gaisford through the same argumentative maze; complete rest, partial rest in London or the country, flight from England and all association with Barbara, full work as soon as he could resume it to keep him from brooding about her; he could not decide.
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