will do very well yet,' said the he. 'It is not absolutely necessary
that a man should have fourteen thousand pounds a year to be happy.'

'My father left me the property entire, and I should leave it entire to
my son;--but you don't understand this.'

The doctor did understand the feeling fully. The fact, on the other
hand, was that, long as he had known him, the squire did not understand
the doctor.

'I would you could, Mr Gresham,' said the doctor, 'so that your mind
might be happier; but that cannot be, and, therefore, I say again, that
Frank will do very well yet, although he will not inherit fourteen
thousand pounds a year; and I would have you say the same thing to
yourself.'

'Ah! you don't understand it,' persisted the squire. 'You don't know
how a man feels when he--Ah, well! it's no use my troubling you with
what cannot be mended. I wonder whether Umbleby is about the place
anywhere?'

The doctor was again standing with his back against the chimney-piece,
and with his hands in his pockets.

'You did not see Umbleby as you came in?' again asked the squire.

'No, I did not; and if you will take my advice you will not see him
now; at any rate with reference to this money.'

'I tell you I must get it from someone; you say Scatcherd won't let me