of any other parish brought
letters to his Excellency to compare with yours. And so I crave your
help in this time of need."
Mr. Allen showed becoming hesitation.
"I fear you do me greater honour than I deserve, Mr. Carvel," he
answered, a strain of the pomp coming back, "though my gracious patron
is disposed to think well of me, and I shall strive to hold his good
opinion. But I have duties of parish and glebe to attend, and Master
Philip Carvel likewise in my charge."
I held my breath for my grandfather's reply. The rector, however, had
read him, and well knew that a show of reluctance would but inflame him
the more.
"How now, sir?" he exclaimed. "Surely, as you love the King, you will
not refuse me in this strait."
Mr. Allen rose and grasped him by the hand.
"Nay, sir," said he, "and you put it thus, I cannot refuse you."
The thought of it was too much. I ran to my grandfather crying: "Not
Mr. Allen, sir, not Mr. Allen. Any one else you please,--Mr. Fairbrother
even."
The rector drew back haughtily. "It is clear, Mr. Carvel," he said,
"that Richard has other preferences."
"And be damned to them!" shouted my grandfather. "Am I to be ruled by
this headstrong boy? He has beat Mr. Fairbrother, and shall have no
skimmed-milk supervision if I can help it."
And so it was settled that I should be tutored by the rector of St.
Anne's, and I took my seat beside my cousin Philip in his study the very
next day.
CHAPTER VII. GRAFTON HAS HIS CHANCE
To add to my troubles my grandfather was shortly taken very ill with the
first severe sickness he had ever in his life endured. Dr. Leiden came
and went sometimes thrice daily, and for a week he bore a look so grave
as to frighten me. Dr. Evarts arrived by horse from Philadelphia, and
the two physicians held long conversations in the morning room, while I
listened at the door and comprehended not a word of their talk save when
they spoke of bleeding. And after a very few consultations, as is often
the way in their profession, they disagreed and quarrelled, and Dr.
Evarts packed himself back to Philadelphia in high dudgeon. Then Mr.
Carvel began to mend.
There were many who came regularly to inquire of him, and each afternoon
I would see the broad shoulders and genial face of Governor Sharpe in
the gateway, completing his walk by way of Marlboro' Street. I loved and
admired him, for he had been a soldier himself before he came out to us,
and had known
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