Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Joscelyn: A Tale of the Revolution >> Chapter X: The Old Tiger in His Den >> Page 98

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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
Transcription 98JOSCELYN
"Will you not hear, sir? Your son is now at my lodgings, sick."
"The sooner you turn him out the better. His practice will never
pay for his lodgings. Speech-making that turns the stomachs of all
other men, will be sure to make him sick."
"My God! what can I say?" This was spoken aloud.
"Nothing, if you please. Nothing that you can say will please me."
"You shall hear me, sir, though you strike me," replied the young
man, now resolutely confronting the irascible old Scotchman.
"Ah ! " was the single exclamation of the latter, as he compressed
his lips and ground his teeth together.
"Yes, sir, you shall hear me, though you strike!"
"It may come to that," was the muttered reply.
"Be it so, sir! But hear you shall, before I depart. I came to serve
you, and not to offend to tell you that your son is dangerously ill,
with brain fever, and that Doctors Ford and Chauncey, the best in
town, are attending him, and are greatly anxious for his life."
"Well, sir, have you anything more to say? Have you finished?"
"The substantial fact, sir, yes! I would suggest�"
"Suggest nothing, if you please; and now, if you please, you may
take your leave. I have listened to you patiently, young man, and
you have shown yourself obtrusive. You have presumed upon my
indulgence. But I will not be angry, sir, and I wish you a good
morning."
"But, sir, you will come you will send "
"Good morning, sir."
"He needs nursing, sir" and the now desperate Martin shrieked
out the words.
"Good morning, sir; good morning."
"Great God! what a man ! "
"Cudjo," cried the old man at the top of his voice, while bowing
Joscelyn towards the entrance. The negro, in another moment, ap-
peared at the door.
"Mr. Dunbar, sir, this is terrible. Your son, sir, Walter Dunbar
in another day, sir, you may have no son."
"Cudjo, see this gentleman out. Get his horse. Wait upon him,
sirrah, to the gate; close the gate when he goes, and see that he never
enters these doors again."