No, doctor, that will not do.

I had sooner hang myself at once, as poor Fanny Braddock did at Bath, or put a pistol to my head like Bland!' 'God forbid!' said the doctor solemnly.
Sir George shrugged his shoulders, but little by little his face lost its hardness.

'Yes, God forbid,' he said gently.

'But it is odd.

There is poor Tavistock with a pretty wife and two children, and another coming; and Woburn and thirty thousand a year to inherit, broke his neck last week with the hounds; and I, who have nothing to inherit, why nothing hurts me!' Dr.Addington disregarded his words.
'They must do something for you at home then,' he said, firmly set on his benevolent designs.