CXXIV
Nesta Rossiter to Richard Haven
Dear “Uncle,”—Aunt Verena has got it into her head that the locum who is coming next week to take Dr. Ferguson’s place will not understand her case and she is working herself into a fret over it. Dr. Ferguson assures me that he wouldn’t allow anyone to take his place who is not qualified in every way, and he says too that Aunt Verena ought for every reason to be placid. Do please write to her to help soothe her down again.—Yours sincerely,
Nesta
CXXV
Richard Haven to Verena Raby
Dearest Verena, I quite understand your nervousness about this new doctor, but I think you should be more of a gambler over it all. You should be more trustful of your star, which, though it (to my mind, very reprehensively), allowed you to have a horrid fall, has made things as comfortable as possible since. Until I hear to the contrary I intend to think of the new doctor as a godsend, and a very agreeable change to old Ferguson, who struck me as a prosy dog. Be an optimist, my dear.
The more I think of your money and your character, the more I incline towards alms-houses, which, in a human non-Nietzschean country like ours, I consider to be among the most satisfactory forms of sheer benevolence. But I am not wholly convinced, and I should hate to see the interest on £50,000 going in any way astray. Meanwhile I have made notes on the alms-houses in this book. But what perplexes me is that these benevolent people wait till they are dead. It would be far more fun to have alms-houses while one was alive and watch them at work.
Here is an essay on the death of an imaginary grandmother which little Mary Landseer has produced. The death of one’s grandmother had been set, by an almost too whimsical instructress, as the subject of a composition:—
“One day, I think it was the hapiest day in the world for me. My Granmother died and left me £50. Without waiting to morn or wait for her funral I was walking along Oxford St. in surch of things to buy. My heart was as light as a feather as I walked and my boots were up in the ere.