ife which he intended to exact from her
was insupportable to her, and that she had blundered and fallen in
her entrance upon life. She perceived that her father had already
become weary of Mr. Kennedy, and that, lonely and sad as he would
be at Saulsby by himself, it was his intention to repudiate the
idea of making a home at Loughlinter. Yes;--she would be deserted by
everyone, except of course by her husband; and then-- Then she would
throw herself on some early morning into the lake, for life would be
insupportable.
"I wonder what it is that ails you," said Mr. Kennedy.
"Nothing serious. One can't always help having a headache, you know."
"I don't think you take enough exercise, Laura. I would propose that
you should walk four miles every day after breakfast. I will always
be ready to accompany you. I have spoken to Dr. Macnuthrie--"
"I hate Dr. Macnuthrie."
"Why should you hate Dr. Macnuthrie, Laura?"
"How can I tell why? I do. That is quite reason enough why you should
not send for him to me."
"You are unreasonable, Laura. One chooses a doctor on account of
his reputation in his profession, and that of Dr. Macnuthrie stands
high."
"I do not want any doctor."
"But if you are ill, my dear--"
"I am not ill."
"But you said you had a headache. You have said so for the last ten
days."
"Having a headache is not being ill. I only wish you would not talk
of it, and then perhaps I should get rid of it."
"I cannot believe that. Headache in nine cases out of ten comes from
the stomach." Though he said this,--saying it because it was the
common-place common-sense sort of thing to say, still at the very
moment there was the shadow of the truth before his eyes. What if
this headache meant simple dislike to him, and to his modes of life?
"It is nothing of that sort," said Lady Laura, impatient at having
her ailment inquired into with so much accuracy.
"Then what is it? You cannot think that I can be happy to hear you
complaining of headache every day,--making it an excuse for absolute
idleness."
"What is it that you want me to do?" she said, jumping up from her
seat. "Set me a task, and if I don't go mad over it, I'll get through
it. There are the account books. Give them to me. I don't suppose I
can see the figures, but I'll try to see them."
"Laura, this is unkind of you,--and ungrateful."
"Of course;--it is everything that is bad. What a pity that you did
not find it out last year! Oh
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