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Long since it had its birth, its inauguration, in the squeeze, so to speak, into that strange crucible, of the taint, the essence, of some ancestor's moral lapses, or of the effect of his moral, mental, or physical ill-health. Dr. Maudsley says very definitely that the faults, the disabilities, of men and women of to-day, are sometimes an undesirable inheritance.
Meanwhile, I am sure what he is doing is the correct thing." Inasmuch as she had said nothing about what Dr. Maudsley was doing, I wondered whether there was not just a trace of suspicion in her glance at him from under her long dark lashes. "I can't see that you have done anything," she remarked pointedly. "But then doctors are queer queer."
The words that followed the look, simple as they were, drove home the naked reproof: "What is your name, my man?" "Lugley, sir." "Lugley! Lugley! H'm! Well, Lugley, I like the hounds better than I like you. Who is Master of the Hounds, Lugley?" "Captain Maudsley, sir." "Just so. You are satisfied with your place, Lugley?" "Yes, sir," said the man in a humble voice, now cowed.
The young man measured his grandfather's mind, and he drove home his points mercilessly. Captain Maudsley said something about "romantic murder." "That's the trouble," Gaston said. "I don't know who killed duelling in England, but behind it must have been a woman or a shopkeeper: sentimentalism, timidity, dead romance. What is patriotism but romance? Ideals is what they call it somewhere.
Shame for those that took him in and made him, a ruined reputation, a spoiled tradition: he had been but a heathen after all! There was only left to bid him farewell, and to enclose a cheque for two thousand pounds. Captain Maudsley called him a fool, and asked him what he meant to do hoped he would give up the woman at once, and come back.
In the past he and Jock had been in more than one scrape together. He had learned from Mrs. Cawley that Gaston had known Jock in Canada. When Cawley had gone, Gaston turned to the other gentlemen present. "An original speech, upon my word, Belward," said Captain Maudsley. Mr. Warren Gasgoyne came. "You are expected to lunch or something to-morrow, Belward, you remember? Devil of a speech that!
I will not lengthen it out in the same strain, but conclude with what alone will be acceptable, an assurance of love and regard. Believe me to be ever your sincere and affectionate friend, "There is but one true cure for suffering, and that is action," Dr. Maudsley says.
We can only say of it, in the words of Dr. Henry Maudsley, the result “is truly an inspiration, coming we know not whence.” Whatever it is, we recognize in it the original of that of which religious hallucination is the counterfeit presentment. The prevalence of such caricatures does not prove the absence of the sterling article.
According to Darwin, it didn't seem likely that anything so useless as insanity could be inherited at all; according to Maudsley and Ribot, it seemed even less likely that sanity could survive. To be sure, after many generations, insanity was stamped out; but not before it had run its course through imbecility to idiocy, infecting more generations as it went.
Whether the cabin where you are to be sick, and to hear others groan, has its Scotts, its Byrons, and its Moores, under a convex mirror; its rows of curtained births, and horse-hair sofas, and its long line of polished, well articulated tables? Whether the smell of empyreumatised grease be wafted to the nostrils by a Maudsley or a Bell? Whether the captain have his ears bored, or be an Englishman?
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