'
'No, no; I won't have her come. If she comes, I won't see her--shan't
begin by nursing me--not selfish. As soon as I get rid of this gout, I
shall be my own man, and young again, and I'll soon be after you across
the sea, that shan't stop me; I'll come to--what's the name of your
place in Ireland? and see what likeness I can find to her poor father
in this grand-daughter of mine, that you puffed so finely yesterday. And
let me see whether she will wheedle me as finely as Mrs. Petito would.
Don't get ready your marriage settlements, do you hear, till you have
seen my will, which I shall sign at--what's the name of your place?
Write it down there; there's pen and ink; and leave me, for the twinge
is coming, and I shall roar.'
'Will you permit me, sir, to leave my own servant with you to take care
of you? I can answer for his attention and fidelity.'
'Let me see his face, and I'll tell you.' Lord Colambre's servant was
summoned.
'Yes, I like his face. God bless you!--Leave me.'
Lord Colambre gave his servant a charge to bear with Mr. Reynolds's
rough manner and temper, and to pay the poor old gentleman every
possible attention. Then our hero proceeded with his father on his
journey, and on this journey nothing happened worthy of note.
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