I've never taken medicine in my life if I was strong enough to prevent
them giving it to me, and I'm not going to start it now."
"Father," Falk said very earnestly, "don't let yourself get so easily
irritated. You usedn't to be. Everybody finds things go badly sometimes.
It's bad for you to allow yourself to be worried. Everything's all right
and going to be all right." (The hypocrite that he felt himself as he said
this!)
"You know that every one thinks the world of you here. Don't take things
too seriously."
Brandon nodded his head.
"You're quite right, Falk. It's very sensible of you to mention it, my
boy. I usedn't to lose my temper as I do. I must keep control of myself
better. But when a lot of chattering idiots start gabbling about things
that they understand as much about as----"
"Yes, I know," said Falk, putting his hand upon his father's arm. "But let
them talk. They'll soon find their level."
"Yes, and then there's your mother," went on Brandon. "I'm bothered about
her. Have you noticed anything odd about her this last week or two?"
That his father should begin to worry about his mother was certainly
astonishing enough! Certainly the first time in all these years that
Brandon had spoken of her.
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