The process of bringing him back to consciousness was slow, and as the papers on his person, which we felt at liberty to examine, gave no clue to his residence, we concluded to put him to bed and trust to farther developments to show us what to do in the matter of removal. The lady on whose account he had received the injury had given me her card, which bore a name well known on the Avenue, and had stated that she would, if necessary, be responsible for all expense at the hotel.
It was deemed best, therefore, to put him to bed, as I said before, and wait for him to indicate, for himself, the next move. I placed in the safe of the hotel his pocketbook, which contained a large sum of money (large that is, for a man to carry on his person in these days of cheques and exchanges) and his watch, which was a handsome one, with this inscription on the inside cover, "T. C. from Florence."
The cards in his pocket bore different names and addresses, mostly foreign, but the ones I took for his own were finely engraved, and read "Mr. T. C. Lathro," nothing more. No address, no business; simply calling cards, of a fashionable size, and of the finest quality.
This, as I say, was about three weeks before I concluded to call Dr.
Hamilton in consultation; and I had really learned very little more of my patient"s affairs than these facts taken from his pocket that first day while he was still unconscious.
He was silent about himself, and while he had slowly grown better his progress toward health did not satisfy me, nor do I think that he was wholly of opinion, that I was doing quite all that should be done to hasten his recovery.
He was always courteous, self-poised, and able to bear pain bravely; but I thought he watched me narrowly, and I several times detected him in a weary sigh and an impatient movement of the eyebrows, which did not tally with his a.s.sumption of cheerful indifference and hospitality.
I use the word hospitality advisedly, for his effort always seemed to be to treat me as a guest whom he must entertain, and distract from observing his ailments, rather than as a physician whose business it was to discover and remedy them.
He had declined to be moved; said he was a stranger; had no preferences as to hotels; felt sure this one was as comfortable as any; thanked me over and over for having taken him there, and changed the subject.
He would talk as long as I would allow him on any subject, airily, brightly, readily. On any subject, that is, except himself; yet from his conversation I had gathered that he had travelled a great deal; was a man of wealth and culture, whether French, Italian or Russian, I could not decide. He spoke all of these languages, and words from each fitted easily into place when for a better English one, he hesitated or was at a loss.
Indeed, he seemed to have seen much of every country and to have observed impartially--without national prejudice. He knew men well, too well to praise recklessly; and he sometimes gave me the impression, I can hardly say how, that blame was a word whose meaning he did not know.
He spoke of having seen deeds of the most appalling nature in Russia, and talked of their perpetrators sometimes, as good and brave men. He never appeared to measure men by their exceptional acts.
Occasionally I contested these points with him, and I am not sure but that it may have been the interest I took in his conversation that held me as his physician; for as I said, I was well aware that he did not improve as he should have done after the first few days.
But I liked to hear him talk. He was a revelation to me. I greatly enjoyed his breath and charity--if I may so express the mental att.i.tude which recognized neither the possession of, nor the need for, either quality in his judgments of his fellow-men.
He had evidently not been able to pa.s.s through life under the impression that character, like cloth, is cut to fit a certain outline, and that after the basting-threads are once in, no farther variation need be looked for. Indeed, I question if he would have been able to comprehend the mental condition of those grown-up "educated" children who are never able to outgrow the comfortable belief that words and acts have a definite, inflexible, par-value--that an unabridged dictionary, so to speak, is an infallible appeal; who, in short, expect their villains to be consistently and invariably villainous, in the regulation orthodox fashion.
Individual shades of meaning, whether of language or of character, do not enter into their simple philosophy. Mankind suffers, in their pennyweight scales, a shrinkage that is none the less real because they never suspect that the dwarf.a.ge may be due to themselves--to their system of weights and measures. All variations from their standard indicate an unvarying tendency to mendacity. He whom they once detect in a quibble, or in an attempt to acquire the large end of a bargain, never recovers (what is perhaps only his rightful heritage, in spite of an occasional lapse) the respect and confidence of these primer students who are inflexible judges of all mental and moral manifestations.
I repeat that this comfortable and regular philosophy was foreign to my patient"s mental habits, and I began to consider, the more I talked with him, that it did not agree with my own personal observations. I reflected that I was not very greatly surprised, nor did I lose faith in a man necessarily, when I discovered him in a single mean or questionable action.
Why, then, should I be surprised to find those of whom I had known only ill-engaged in deeds of the most unselfish nature? Deeds of heroism and generosity such as he often recounted as a part of the life of some of these same terrible Russian officials. There seems, however, to be that in us which finds it far easier to reconcile a single mean or immoral action with an otherwise upright life, than to believe it likely, or even possible, for a depraved nature to perform, upon occasion, deeds of exalted or unusual purity. Yet so common is the latter, that its failure of recognition by humanity in general can be due it seems to me, only to a wrong teaching or to a stupidity beyond even normal bounds.
For, after all, the bad man who is all bad, is really a less frequent product than that much talked of, but rare creature, a perfect woman.
Perhaps one could count the specimens of either of these to be met with in a life time, on the fingers of one hand.
But to return to my patient and his story.
It was of these things that he and I had often talked, and I had come to greatly respect the self-poise and acute observation, as well as the broad human sympathy of this reserved and evidently sad-hearted man.
Sad-hearted I knew, in spite of his keen sense of humor, and his firm grasp of philosophy.
I gave Dr. Hamilton a brief outline of all this, as well as of the physical condition of the man whom he was to see; for I believe it to be quite as important for a physician to understand and diagnose the mental as the physical conditions of those who come under his care before he can prescribe intelligently for other than very trifling ailments.
You can imagine my surprise when I tell you that the moment Dr. Hamilton stepped into the room, and I mentioned his name, my patient, this self-poised man of the world, whose nerves had often seemed to me to be of tempered steel, looked up suddenly as you have seen a timid child do when it is sharply reproved, and fainted dead away.
II.
I confess that I expected a scene.
I glanced at the doctor, but he showed no sign of ever having seen my patient before, and went to work with me in the most methodical and indifferent way possible to revive him.
"You did not mention that this was one of his symptoms--a peculiarity of his. Has he been subject to this sort of thing? Did he say he was subject to it before he hurt his head, or has it developed since?" the doctor inquired quietly as we worked.
I bit my lip. His tone was so exasperatingly cool, while, knowing my patient as I did, his startled manner and sudden fainting had impressed me deeply.
"It is the first time," I said, "since he was hurt--that is, since he recovered consciousness after the blow--that he has exhibited the slightest tendency to anything of the kind."
I hesitated, then I said: "Doctor, if you know him; if this is the result of seeing you suddenly (for he did not know who was to come) don"t you think--would it be well?--Do you think it best for you to be where he will see you when he begins to revive?"
The doctor stared at me, then at my patient. "I don"t know him--never saw him before in my life so far as I know. What did you say his name is? Mum--oh, yes, Lathro--first and only time I ever heard it. Oh, no, I suppose his nerves are weak. The excitement of seeing me--the idea of--a--er--consultation." I smiled, involuntarily. "You don"t know the man, doctor," said I. "He is bomb proof as to nerves in that sense of the word. He--a--There must be some other reason. He must have mistaken you for some one else. I am sorry to trouble you, doctor, but would you kindly step into the other room? He will open his eyes now, you see."
When, a moment later, my patient regained consciousuess, he glanced about him furtively, like a hunted man. He did not look like himself.
He examined my face closely--suspiciously, I thought--for a moment. Then I laughed lightly, and said: "Well, old fellow, you"ve been trying your hand at a faint. That"s a pretty way to treat a friend. I come in to see you; you step out to n.o.body knows where--to no man"s land--and give me no end of trouble rowing you back to our sh.o.r.e. What did you eat for dinner that served you that kind of a trick?"
He looked all about the room again, examined my face, and then smiled, for the first time since I had known him, nervously, and said:
"I think my digestion must be pretty badly out of order. I"ll declare I saw double when you came in. I thought there were two of you; and the other one--wasn"t you."
I laughed; "That is good. Two of me, but the other one wasn"t me. Well, thank heaven there is only one of me up to date."
He smiled, but seemed disturbed still. I decided to ask him a direct question:
"Well now, just suppose there had been two of me--is that an excuse for you to faint? Does a.s.sociating with one of me try you to that extent that two of me would prostrate you?"
He did not take me up with his old manner. He was listless and absent.
I said that I would go down to the office and order some wine and return at once. I slipped into the other room, and with my finger on my lips motioned to Dr. Hamilton to pa.s.s out quietly before me.
I followed him. "There is something wrong, Doctor," I said: "I am sorry, but I shall have to ask you to go without seeing him again. I can"t tell you why yet, but I"ll try to find out and let you know. Order some champagne sent up to me, please, as you go out, and I will see you as soon as I can."
The moment I re-entered the room, my patient, whose restless eyes met mine as I opened the door, said: "I thought you were talking to some one."
"I was," said I carelessly; a bell-boy, "I ordered wine. It will be up soon." Then I changed the subject; but he was nervous and unlike himself and none of the old topics interested him.
When the door opened for the boy with the wine an expression of actual terror pa.s.sed over my patient"s face. When I left him a half hour later I was puzzled and anxious.
III.
The moment I entered his room on the following day he said: "I thought you had planned to have another doctor come and look me over, yesterday." He was watching me closely as he spoke: "Did I hear you mention his name?"
Ah, thought I, here _is_ a mystery in spite of Dr. Hamilton"s denial. I will try him.
"Yes," I said, "I had decided to ask the best Homeopathic doctor I know, a skilful man, especially successful in diagnosing cases, to overhaul you and see if he agrees with me that you ought to be on your feet this blessed minute, if my diagnosis of your case is entirely right. I don"t see why you are still so weak. He may find the spring that I have missed. Why?"