Joe says he have my lady's leave and
license so to do, but not outside."
Sir Charles turned very red, and was breathless with indignation.
Dr. Suaby looked uneasy, and said, "Control yourself, sir.'"
"I am not going to control _myself,"_ cried Rolfe, in a rage. "Don't
you take it to heart, Sir Charles. It shall not last long."
"Ah!"
"Dr. Suaby, can you lend me a gig or a dog-cart, with a good horse?"
"Yes. I have got a WONDERFUL roadster, half Irish, half Norman."
"Then, Mr. Moss, to-morrow you and I go to Huntercombe: you shall show
me this Bassett, and we will give him a pill."
"Meantime," said Dr. Suaby, "I take a leaf out of your Medicina laici,
and prescribe a hearty supper, a quart of ale, and a comfortable bed to
Mr. Moss. James, see him well taken care of. Poor man!" said he, when
Moss had retired. "What simplicity! what good sense! what ignorance of
the world! what feudality, if I may be allowed the expression."
Sir Charles was manifestly discomposed, and retired to bed early.
Rolfe drove off with Moss at eight o'clock, and was not seen again all
day. Indeed, Sir Charles was just leaving Dr. Suaby's room when he came
in rather tired, and would not say a word till they gave him a cup of
tea: then he brightened up and told his story.
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