His stay was prolonged at great expense and
inconvenience to himself; and yet it was impossible that he should go
and leave his work half finished. As he walked up the hill to the house
he felt very angry with Trevelyan, and prepared himself to use hard
words and dreadful threats. But at the very moment of his entrance on
the terrace, Trevelyan professed himself ready to go to England.
'That's right, old fellow,' said Hugh. 'I am so glad.' But in
expressing his joy he had hardly noticed Trevelyan's voice and
appearance.
'I might as well go,' he said. 'It matters little where I am, or
whether they say that I am mad or sane.'
'When we have you over there, nobody shall say a word that is
disagreeable.'
'I only hope that you may not have the trouble of burying me on the
road. You don't know, Stanbury, how ill I am. I cannot eat. If I were
at the bottom of that hill, I could no more walk up it than I could
fly. I cannot sleep, and at night my bed is wet through with
perspiration. I can remember nothing nothing but what I ought to
forget.
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