The Long Vacation eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 338 pages of information about The Long Vacation.

The Long Vacation eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 338 pages of information about The Long Vacation.
all day, beginning at six in the morning to meet the central intelligence, he only rushes home for his meals, and goes back to work till twelve or one o’clock at night.  Even then he cannot sleep.  I hear him tossing about with the pain in his back that sitting at his desk brings on, and his hands are so tired by writing, and with the heat, which has been dreadful for the last few weeks, and has taken away all the appetite he ever had.  You would be shocked to see him, he is so thin and altered; I cannot think how he is to continue this, but he will not hear of my writing to Lady Travis Underwood.  He is never angry, except when I try to persuade him, and you never saw anything like his patience and gentleness to my poor mother.  She never did either, she cannot understand it at all.  At first she thought he wanted to coax the confession out of her, and when she found that it made no difference, she could not recover from her wonder—­he, whom she had deserted in his babyhood, and so cruelly injured in his manhood, to devote himself to toiling for her sake, and never to speak harshly to her for one moment.  She knew I loved her, and she had always been good to me, except when O’Leary forced her to be otherwise, but his behaviour has done more to touch her heart than anything, and I am sure she is, as Pere Duchamps says, a sincere penitent.  She is revived by the summer heat, and can sit under the stoop and enjoy the sweet air of the lake; but she is very weak, and coughs dreadfully in the morning, just when it is cooler, and my brother might get some sleep.  She tries to be good and patient with us both, and it really does soothe her when my brother can sit by her, and talk in his cheerful droll way; but he can stay but a very short time.  He has to rush back to his horrid stuffy office, and then she frets after him and says, ’But what right have I to such a son?’ and she begins to cry and cough.”

“Ah!” said Clement, as Geraldine, unable to speak for tears, gave him the letter.  “This is a furnace of real heroism.”

“Christian heroism, I am sure,” said Geraldine.  “Oh, my boy, I am proud of him.  He will be all the better for his brave experiment.”

“Yes, he had an instinct that it would be wholesome, besides the impelling cause.  Real hardship is sound training.”

“If it is not too hard,” said she.

“‘Let not their precious balms break my head,’” said Clement.

“I do not like that pain in the back.  Remember how he dragged his limbs when first we had him at home, and how delicate he was up to thirteen—-only eight years ago!”

“Probably it will not last long enough to do him much harm.”

“And how nobly uncomplaining he is!”

“This has brought out all the good we always trusted was in reserve.”

“Better than Emilia’s experiment,” sighed Geraldine.

For Emilia Vanderkist, before her year was over, was at home, having broken down, and having spent most of her holidays with Mrs. Peter Brown, the wife of Sir Ferdinand’s partner.  She had come back, not looking much the worse for her hospital experience, but with an immense deal to say of the tyranny of the matron, the rudeness of the nurses to probationers, the hardness and tedium of the work to which she had been put, and the hatefulness of patients and of doctors.

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