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Mary from the other side. There was no hope that the topic would be avoided, for Richard began with inquiries for Averil. 'She is working herself to death,' said Mary, sadly; 'but she says it suits her.' 'And it does,' said the Doctor; 'she is stronger every day. There is nothing really the matter with her.' 'Contrary blasts keep a ship upright,' said Gertrude, 'and she has them in abundance. We found her in the midst of six people, all giving diametrically opposite advice.' 'Dr. Spencer was really helping, and Mr. Wright was there about his own affairs,' said Ethel, in a tone of repression. 'And Mrs. Ledwich wanted her to settle on the Ohio to assist the runaway slaves,' continued Gertrude. 'It does not tease her as if she heard it,' said Mary. 'No,' said the Doctor, 'she moves about like one in a dream, and has no instinct but to obey her brother.' 'Well, I am glad to be going,' said Daisy; 'it will be flat when all the excitement is over, and we have not the fun of seeing Tom getting rises out of Ave Ward.' This time Tom could not repress a sudden jerk, and Ethel silenced her sister by a hint that such references were not nice when people were in trouble. 'By the bye,' said Aubrey, 'speaking of going away, what were you saying while I was asleep? or was it a dream that I was looking through Tom's microscope at a rifle bullet in the Tyrol?' 'An inspiration from Tom's brew,' said the Doctor. 'Weren't you saying anything?' said Aubrey, eagerly. 'I'm sure there was something about duty and pleasure. Were you really talking of it?' 'Tom was, and if it is to put some substance into those long useless legs, I don't care if you do start off.' Aubrey flashed into a fresh being. He had just been reading a book about the Tyrol, and Tom not caring at all where they were to go, this gave the direction. Aubrey rushed to borrow a continental Bradshaw from Dr. Spencer, and the plan rapidly took form; with eager suggestions thrown in by every one, ending with the determination to start on the next Monday morning. 'That's settled,' said Tom, wearily, when he and Ethel, as often happened, had lingered behind the rest; 'only, Ethel, there's one thing. You must keep your eye on the Vintry Mill, and fire off a letter to me if the fellow shows any disposition to bolt.' 'If I can possibly find out--' 'Keep your eyes open; and then Hazlitt has promised to let me know if that cheque of Bilson's is cashed. If I am away, telegraph, and meantime set my father on the scent. It may not hang that dog himself, but it may save Leonard.' 'Oh, if it would come!' 'And meantime--silence, you know--' 'Very well;' then lingering, 'Tom, I am sure you did the right thing by Aubrey, and so was papa afterwards.' His brow darkened for a moment, but shaking it off he said, 'I'll do my best for your cosset lamb, and bring him back in condition.' 'Thank you; I had rather trust him with you than any one.' 'And how is it that no one proposes a lark for you, old Ethel?' said Tom, holding her so as to study her face. 'You look awfully elderly and ragged.' 'Oh, I'm going to be left alone with the Doctor, and that will be the greatest holiday I ever had.' 'I suppose it is to you,' said Tom, with a deep heavy sigh, perhaps glad to have some ostensible cause for sighing. 'Dear Tom, when you are living here, and working with him--' 'Ah--h!' he said almost with disgust, 'don't talk of slavery to me before my time. How I hate it, and everything else! Good night!' 'Poor Tom!' thought Ethel. 'I wish papa knew him better and would not goad him. Will Averil ever wake to see what she has done, and feel for him? Though I don't know why I should wish two people to be unhappy instead of one, and there is weight enough already. 0, Leonard, I wonder if your one bitter affliction will shield you from the others that may be as trying, and more tempting!'
CHAPTER XVIII
All bright hopes and hues of day Have faded into twilight gray.--Christian Year
'No fear of Aubrey's failing,' said Tom; 'he has a better foundation than nine-tenths of the lads that go up, and he
CHAPTER XVIII
All bright hopes and hues of day Have faded into twilight gray.--Christian Year
'No fear of Aubrey's failing,' said Tom; 'he has a better foundation than nine-tenths of the lads that go up, and he