"We"ll finish this one to your health in the servants" hall," said honest John Baker.
Dr. Garner staid there all night, keeping up the patient"s strength with eggs and brandy, and everything, in short, except medicine; and he also administered champagne, but at much longer intervals.
At one o"clock next day the patient gave a dismal groan; Walter and the others started up in alarm.
"Good!" said the doctor, calmly; "now I"ll go to bed. Call me if there"s any fresh symptom."
At six o"clock old Baker burst in the room: "Sir, sir, he have swore at me twice. The Lord be praised!"
"Excellent!" said the doctor. "Now tell me what disagrees with him most after champagne?"
"Why, Green Chartreuse, to be sure," said old Baker.
"Then give him a table-spoonful," said the doctor. "Get me some hot water."
"Which first?" inquired Baker.
"The patient, to be sure," said Dr. Garner.
Soon after this the doctor stood by his patient"s side, and found him writhing, and, to tell the truth, he was using bad language occasionally, though he evidently tried not to.
Dr. Garner looked at his watch. "I think there"s time to catch the evening train."
"Why," said Walter, "surely you would not desert us; this is the crisis, is it not?"
"It"s something more than that," said the doctor; "the disease knows its old place; it has gone back to the foot like a shot; and if you can keep it there, the patient will live; he"s not the sort of patient that strikes his colors while there"s a bastion left to defend."
These words pleased the old Colonel so that he waved a feeble hand above his head, then groaned most dismally, and ground his teeth to avoid profanity.
The doctor, with exquisite gentleness, drew the clothes off his feet, and sent for a lot of fleecy cotton or wool, and warned them all not to touch the bed, nor even to approach the lower part of it, and then he once more proposed to leave, and gave his reasons.
"Now, look here, you know, I have done my part, and if I give special instructions to the nurses, they can do the rest. I"m rather dear, and why should you waste your money?"
"Dear!" said Walter, warmly; "you"re as cheap as dirt, and as good as gold, and the very sight of you is a comfort to us. There"s a fast train at ten; I"ll drive you to the station after breakfast myself. Your fees--they are nothing to us. We love him, and we are the happiest house in Christendom; we, that were the saddest."
"Well," said the doctor, "you north countrymen are hearty people. I"ll stay till to-morrow morning--indeed, I"ll stay till the afternoon, for my London day will be lost anyway."
He staid accordingly till three o"clock, left his patient out of all present danger, and advised Walter especially against allowing colchic.u.m to be administered to him until his strength had recovered.
"There is no medicinal cure for gout," said he; "pain is a mere symptom, and colchic.u.m soothes that pain, not by affecting the disease, but by stilling the action of the heart. Well, if you still the action of that heart there, you"ll kill him as surely as if you stilled it with a pistol bullet. Knock off his champagne in three or four days, and wheel him into the sun as soon as you can with safety, fill his lungs with oxygen, and keep all worry and disputes and mental anxiety from him, if you can.
Don"t contradict him for a month to come."
The Colonel had a terrible bout of it so far as pain was concerned, but after about a fortnight the paroxysms intermitted, the appet.i.te increased. Everybody was his nurse; everybody, including Julia Clifford, humored him; Percy Fitzroy was never mentioned, and the name of Bartley religiously avoided. The Colonel had got a fright, and was more prudent in his diet, and always in the open air.
Walter left him only at odd times, when he could hope to get a hasty word with Mary, and tell her how things were going, and do all that man could do to keep her heart up, and reconcile her to the present situation.
Returning from his wife one day, and leaving her depressed by their galling situation, though she was never peevish, but very sad and thoughtful, he found his father and Julia Clifford in the library.
Julia had been writing letters for him; she gave Walter a deprecatory look, as much as to say, "What I am doing is by compulsion, and you won"t like it." Colonel Clifford didn"t leave the young man in any doubt about the matter. He said: "Walter, you heard me speak of Bell, the counsel who leads this circuit. I was once so fortunate as to do him a good turn, and he has not forgotten it; he will sleep here the day after to-morrow, and he will go over that black-guard"s lease: he has been in plenty of mining cases. I have got a sort of half opinion out of him already; he thinks it contrary to the equity of contracts that minerals should pa.s.s under a farm lease where the surface of the soil is a just equivalent to the yearly payment; but the old fox won"t speak positively till he has read every syllable of the lease. However, it stands to reason that it"s a fraud; it comes from a man who is all fraud; but thank G.o.d I am myself again."
He started up erect as a dart. "I"ll have him off my lands; I"ll drag him out of the bowels of the earth, him and all his clan."
With this and other threats of the same character he marched out of the room, striking the floor hard with his stick as he went, and left Julia Clifford amazed, and Walter Clifford aghast, at his vindictive fury.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE SERPENT LET LOOSE.
Walter Clifford was so distressed at this outburst, and the prospect of actual litigation between his father and his sweetheart"s father, that Julia Clifford pitied him, and, after thinking a little, said she would stop it for the present. She then sat down, and in five minutes the docile pen of a female letter-writer produced an ingratiating composition impossible to resist. She apologized for her apparent insincerity, but would be candid, and confide the whole truth to Mr. Bell. Then she told him that Colonel Clifford "had only just been saved from death by a miracle, and a relapse was expected in case of any great excitement or irritation, such as a doubtful lawsuit with a gentleman he disliked would certainly cause. The proposed litigation was, _for various reasons_, most distressing to his son and successor, Walter Clifford, and would Mr. Bell be so very kind as to put the question off as long as possible by any means he thought proper?"
Walter was grateful, and said, "What a comfort to have a lady on one"s side!"
"I would rather have a gentleman on mine," said Julia, laughing.
Mr. Bell wrote a discreet reply. He would wait till the a.s.sizes--six weeks" delay--and then write to the Colonel, postponing his visit. This he did, and promised to look up cases meantime.
But these two allies not only baffled their irascible chief; they also humored him to the full. They never mentioned the name of Bartley, and they kept Percy Fitzroy out of sight in spite of his remonstrances, and, in a word, they made the Colonel"s life so smooth that he thought he was going to have his own way in everything, and he improved in health and spirits; for you know it is an old saying, "Always get your own way, and you"ll never die in a pet."
And then what was still a tottering situation was kept on its legs by the sweet character and gentle temper of Mary Bartley.
We have already mentioned that she was superior to most women in the habit of close attention to whatever she undertook. This was the real key to her facility in languages, history, music, drawing, and calisthenics, as her professor called female gymnastics. The flexible creature"s limbs were in secret steel. She could go thirty feet up a slack rope hand over hand with wonderful ease and grace, and hang by one hand for ten minutes to kiss the other to her friends. So the very day she was surprised into consenting to marry Walter secretly she sat down to the Marriage Service and learned it all by heart directly, and understood most of it.
By this means she realized that now she had another man to obey as well as her father. So now, when Walter pressed her for secret meetings, she said, submissively, "Oh yes, if you insist." She even remarked that she concluded clandestine meetings were the natural consequence of a clandestine marriage.
She used to meet her husband in the day when she could, and often for five minutes under the moon. And she even promised to spend two or three days with him at the lakes if a safe opportunity should occur. But for that she stipulated that Mr. Hope must be absent.
Walter asked her why she was more afraid of Mr. Hope than of her father.
Her eyes seemed to look inward dimly, and at first she said she didn"t know. But after pondering the matter a little she said, "Because he watches me more closely than papa, and that is because--You won"t tell anybody?"
"No."
"Not a soul, upon your honor?"
"Not a soul, dearest, upon my honor."
"Well, then, because he loves me more."
"Oh, come!" said Walter, incredulously.
But Mary would neither resign her opinion nor pursue a subject which puzzled and grieved her.
We have now indicated the peaceful tenor of things in Derbyshire for a period of some months. We shall have to show by-and-by that elements of discord were acc.u.mulating under the surface; but at present we must leave Derbyshire, and deal very briefly with another tissue of events, beginning years ago, and running to a date three months, at least, ahead of Colonel Clifford"s recovery. The reader will have no reason to regret this apparent interruption. Our tale hitherto has been rather sluggish; but it is in narrative as it is in nature, when two streams unite their forces the current becomes broader and stronger.
Leonard Monckton was sent to Pentonville, and after some years transferred to Portland. In both places he played the game of an old hand; always kept his temper and carnied everybody, especially the chaplain and the turnkeys. These last he treated as his only masters; and if they gave him short weight in bread or meat, catch him making matters worse by appealing to the governor! Toward the end of his time at Pentonville he had some thought of suicide, but his spirits revived at Portland, where he was cheered by the conversation of other villains.