Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
Transcription JOSCELYNIII
"Oh! we shall be more still than any mouse, papa, and we won't
drop a single pin!" said Miss Angelica, as she caught his hand in
both of her's.
"It don't matter, my child. It's forbidden. The doctors know best!
Janet knows best! It's the doctors' orders two doctors Ford and
Chauncey the very best physicians in all Georgia, and Janet has
given strict orders to the same effect; and there's no better nurse in
Georgia than Janet�none half so good in Carolina, and hardly her
equal in all Christendom and Cochin-China to boot. So important is
this caution now, in the case of my son, that I am set here to watch
and keep off all intruders ! and I'll do it! I am a sentinel here! I
march to and fro all day, between that barber's pole and yonder
sycamore, and no one enters here without special permission from
Janet or the doctors."
And, flourishing his coach-whip, the Baron enforced his expressed
determination, by such a smack of it, as made him apprehensive, a
moment after, lest the report of it should be heard in his son's
chamber.
"But where's Janet gone?" asked Mrs. Kirkland, looking about
her, and missing her for the first time. The door of the house was
closed securely closed. Angelica was already trying at the lock,
from which the Baron sternly drew her away.
"It's no use, Angey, my child! We have our orders ! We are on
duty here to see that they are obeyed ! You must submit. I am very
sorry, my child very sorry, Mrs. Kirkland law is law ! "
Mrs. Kirkland looked displeased. Her vocation as a nurse, upon
which she prided herself quite as much as did Miss Janet, was set at
naught was under disparagement.
"This is very strange treatment, cousin," she said. "I, surely, have
a claim to be here; and this poor child, considering her relation with
Walter, has a right to be at his bed side. It is her right, cousin!�her
right!"
"Pooh ! pooh! my dear madam, don't talk of rights! Everybody
seems to be asserting some sort of rights in these latter days. As his
father, one might suppose that I, too, have some rights to be at my
son's bedside! Yet, you see, I am denied; and I submit, and acknowl-
edge the propriety of my own exclusion! They somehow think within
the doctors and all that the right to live, on the part of my son,