About Robert's perseverance he had no doubt: Shargar's faithfulness
he wanted to prove.
Robert wrote to his grandmother to tell her that Shargar was with
him, working hard. Her reply was somewhat cold and offended, but
was inclosed in a parcel containing all Shargar's garments, and
ended with the assurance that as long as he did well she was ready
to do what she could.
Few English readers will like Mrs. Falconer; but her grandchild
considered her one of the noblest women ever God made; and I, from
his account, am of the same mind. Her care was fixed
To fill her odorous lamp with deeds of light,
And hope that reaps not shame.
And if one must choose between the how and the what, let me have the
what, come of the how what may. I know of a man so sensitive, that
he shuts his ears to his sister's griefs, because it spoils his
digestion to think of them.
One evening Robert was sitting by the table in Ericson's room. Dr.
Anderson had not called that day, and he did not expect to see him
now, for he had never come so late. He was quite at his ease,
therefore, and busy with two things at once, when the doctor opened
the door and walked in. I think it is possible that he came up
quietly with some design of surprising him. He found him with a
stocking on one hand, a darning needle in the other, and a Greek
book open before him. Taking no apparent notice of him, he walked
up to the bedside, and Robert put away his work.
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