"Well, one to my laundress to tell her I shall be there to-morrow, and one to Mary Snow to say that I'll see her the day after."
"Then, Felix, don't trouble yourself to write either. You positively won't go to-morrow—"
"Who says so?"
"The governor. He has heard from my mother exactly what the doctor said, and declares that he won't allow it. He means to see the doctor himself before you stir. And he wants to see you also. I am to tell you he'll come to you directly after breakfast."
"I shall be delighted to see your father, and am very much gratified by his kindness, but—"
"But what—"
"I'm a free agent, I suppose,—to go when I please?"
"Not exactly. The law is unwritten; but by traditional law a man laid up in his bedroom is not free to go and come. No action for false imprisonment would lie if Mrs. Baker kept all your clothes away from you."
"I should like to try the question."
"You will have the opportunity, for you may be sure that you'll not leave this to-morrow."