Taylor, even should it do no
good."
"What is that? send for the doctor? Are you ill, Eric?" asked a lady who
had entered the room just in time to catch his last sentence.
"I am feeling unusually languid, Laura," he replied; "yet not much more
so than I did yesterday. Perhaps it is only the heat."
"The heat!" she echoed; "why, it is a delightful day! warm, to be sure,
but not oppressively so."
"Not to you or me, perhaps, mamma," remarked Evelyn, "but we are well and
strong, and poor papa is not."
"A holiday would do you good, Eric," the lady said, addressing her
husband; "come, change your mind and go with me to Riverside."
"My dear," he said, "I should like to go to gratify you, but really I
feel quite unequal to the exertion."
"You need make none," she said; "you need only to sit quietly under the
trees on the lawn; and I think you will find amusement in watching the
crowd, while the fresh air, change of scene, and rest from the work you
will not let alone when at home, will certainly be of great benefit to
you."
He shook his head in dissent.
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