“Because you are proposing what I have planned.”
“Indeed! Well, is it not a good proposal?”
“Excellent; but he will not listen to it. He dare not go outside the place, he says; and I believe that at first he would suffer terribly, for it is quite shocking how weak his nerves have become. He has a horror of the most trivial things; and above all, there is something troubling the brain.”
“What can it be?” said Aunt Sophia.
“Well—I’m speaking very plainly to you, Miss Raleigh.”
“Of course. We trust each other, doctor.”
“Exactly. Well, in a case like this, it is only natural that the poor fellow should feel his position deeply, and be troubling himself about his wife.”
“But she seems to be most attentive to him.”
“O yes; she never neglects him,” replied the doctor, hurriedly going into another branch of his subject. “His money affairs, too, seem to worry him a great deal; and I know it causes him intense agony to be compelled by his weakness to leave so much to other hands.”
“But his cousin—Mr Prayle—seems to be devoting himself heart and soul to their management.”