“No, thank you!” said Thorsby, laughing heartily. “I think Crusoe got his cure in Cotmanhaye Wood.”
One more symptom we may add of the returning sunshine to Woodburn. Dr. Leroy has returned, has resumed his practice in Great Castleborough, and has been seen, more than once, driving towards Fair Manor, in Mr. Heritage’s carriage, as that gentleman returned home after business. William Fairfax, meeting David Qualm in the street, says, “Castleborough is getting all right again. Thorsby and Dr. Leroy have played out their silly antics, and are really now going about like men of sense.” To which David nodded assent, for his words get fewer and fewer every year.
“I think Frank Leroy dreams a little yet, however,” said William Fairfax.
“Dost thou?” said David, with a surprising effort.
“Yes, he dreams of old times at Fair Manor, I fancy; and dost not thou think Millicent dreams a little that way, too?”
“I understand thee,” said David, and walked on smiling, but most meekly, to himself.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] A midland county phrase for gnawing by rats or mice.
[2] A mole.