But I persist in thinking your cousin very lucky to have a chronic malady so long as he doesn't die of it.

It's much better than the snuffboxes.

If he weren't ill, you say, he'd do something ?--he'd take his father's place in the house.

My poor child, I doubt it; I don't think he's at all fond of the house.

However, you know him better than I, though I used to know him rather well, and he may have the benefit of the doubt.