Dear Mary and Bessie! how good they were,
and how kind and proud for me! I never could complain of not having
sisters.'
'Well, and Mr. Dusautoy made you have advice?'
'Not he! Why, we all believed it cockneyism, you know, and besides,
I was so happy and so well, that when we went to Scotland, I fairly
walked myself off my legs, and ended the honeymoon laid up in a
little inn on Loch Katrine, where John used regularly to knock his
head whenever he came into the room. It was a fortnight before I
could get to Edinburgh, and the journey made me as bad as ever. So
the doctors were called in, and poor John learnt what a crooked stick
he had chosen; but they all said that if I had been taken in hand as
a child, most likely I should have been a sound woman. The worst of
it was, that I was so thoroughly knocked up that I could not bear the
motion of a carriage; besides, I suppose the doctors wanted a little
amusement out of me, for they would not hear of my going home. So
poor John had to go to Lauriston by himself, and those were the
longest, dreariest six months I ever spent in my life, though Bessie
was so good as to come and take care of me. But at last, when I had
nearly made up my mind to defy the whole doctorhood, they gave leave,
and between water and steam, John brought me to Lauriston, and ever
since that, I don't see that a backbone would have made us a bit
happier.'
Sophy had been intently reading Mrs.
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