"No. Mr. Peckham," said Mr. Dudley Venner, "there will be a full meeting of the Board next week, and the bill, and such evidence with reference to the management of the Inst.i.tution and the treatment of its instructors as Mr. Langdon sees fit to bring forward will be laid before them."
Miss Helen Darley became that very day the guest of Miss Arabella Thornton, the Judge"s daughter. Mr. Bernard made his appearance a week or two later at the Lectures, where the Professor first introduced him to the reader.
He stayed after the cla.s.s had left the room.
"Ah, Mr. Langdon! how do you do? Very glad to see you back again. How have you been since our correspondence on Fascination and other curious scientific questions?"
It was the Professor who spoke,--whom the reader will recognize as myself, the teller of this story.
"I have been well," Mr. Bernard answered, with a serious look which invited a further question.
"I hope you have had none of those painful or dangerous experiences you seemed to be thinking of when you wrote; at any rate, you have escaped having your obituary written."
"I have seen some things worth remembering. Shall I call on you this evening and tell you about them?"
"I shall be most happy to see you."
This was the way in which I, the Professor, became acquainted with some of the leading events of this story. They interested me sufficiently to lead me to avail myself of all those other extraordinary methods of obtaining information well known to writers of narrative.
Mr. Langdon seemed to me to have gained in seriousness and strength of character by his late experiences. He threw his whole energies into his studies with an effect which distanced all his previous efforts.
Remembering my former hint, he employed his spare hours in writing for the annual prizes, both of which he took by a unanimous vote of the judges. Those who heard him read his Thesis at the Medical Commencement will not soon forget the impression made by his fine personal appearance and manners, nor the universal interest excited in the audience, as he read, with his beautiful enunciation, that striking paper ent.i.tled "Unresolved Nebulae in Vital Science." It was a general remark of the Faculty,--and old Doctor Kittredge, who had come down on purpose to hear Mr. Langdon, heartily agreed to it,--that there had never been a diploma filled up, since the inst.i.tution which conferred upon him the degree of Doctor Medicdnce was founded, which carried with it more of promise to the profession than that which bore the name of
BERNARDUS CARYL LANGDON
CHAPTER x.x.xII. CONCLUSION.
Mr. Bernard Langdon had no sooner taken his degree, than, in accordance with the advice of one of his teachers whom he frequently consulted, he took an office in the heart of the city where he had studied. He had thought of beginning in a suburb or some remoter district of the city proper.
"No," said his teacher,--to wit, myself,--"don"t do any such thing. You are made for the best kind of practice; don"t hamper yourself with an outside const.i.tuency, such as belongs to a pract.i.tioner of the second cla.s.s. When a fellow like you chooses his beat, he must look ahead a little. Take care of all the poor that apply to you, but leave the half-pay cla.s.ses to a different style of doctor,--the people who spend one half their time in taking care of their patients, and the other half in squeezing out their money. Go for the swell-fronts and south-exposure houses; the folks inside are just as good as other people, and the pleasantest, on the whole, to take care of. They must have somebody, and they like a gentleman best. Don"t throw yourself away. You have a good presence and pleasing manners. You wear white linen by inherited instinct. You can p.r.o.nounce the word view. You have all the elements of success; go and take it. Be polite and generous, but don"t undervalue yourself. You will be useful, at any rate; you may just as well be happy, while you are about it. The highest social cla.s.s furnishes incomparably the best patients, taking them by and large. Besides, when they won"t get well and bore you to death, you can send "em off to travel. Mind me now, and take the tops of your sparrowgra.s.s. Somebody must have "em,--why shouldn"t you? If you don"t take your chance, you"ll get the b.u.t.t-ends as a matter of course."
Mr. Bernard talked like a young man full of n.o.ble sentiments. He wanted to be useful to his fellow-beings. Their social differences were nothing to him. He would never court the rich,--he would go where he was called.
He would rather save the life of a poor mother of a family than that of half a dozen old gouty millionaires whose heirs had been yawning and stretching these ten years to get rid of them.
"Generous emotions!" I exclaimed. "Cherish "em; cling to "em till you are fifty, till you are seventy, till you are ninety! But do as I tell you,--strike for the best circle of practice, and you "ll be sure to get it!"
Mr. Langdon did as I told him,--took a genteel office, furnished it neatly, dressed with a certain elegance, soon made a pleasant circle of acquaintances, and began to work his way into the right kind of business. I missed him, however, for some days, not long after he had opened his office. On his return, he told me he had been up at Rockland, by special invitation, to attend the wedding of Mr. Dudley Venner and Miss Helen Darley. He gave me a full account of the ceremony, which I regret that I cannot relate in full. "Helen looked like an angel,"--that, I am sure, was one of his expressions. As for her dress, I should like to give the details, but am afraid of committing blunders, as men always do, when they undertake to describe such matters. White dress, anyhow,--that I am sure of,--with orange-flowers, and the most wonderful lace veil that was ever seen or heard of. The Reverend Doctor Honeywood performed the ceremony, of course. The good people seemed to have forgotten they ever had had any other minister, except Deacon Shearer and his set of malcontents, who were doing a dull business in the meeting-house lately occupied by the Reverend Mr. Fairweather.
"Who was at the wedding?"
"Everybody, pretty much. They wanted to keep it quiet, but it was of no use. Married at church. Front pews, old Dr. Kittredge and all the mansionhouse people and distinguished strangers,--Colonel Sprowle and family, including Matilda"s young gentleman, a graduate of one of the fresh-water colleges,--Mrs. Pickins (late Widow Rowens) and husband,--Deacon Soper and numerous parishioners. A little nearer the door, Abel, the Doctor"s man, and Elbridge, who drove them to church in the family-coach. Father Fairweather, as they all call him now, came in late with Father McShane."
"And Silas Peckham?"
"Oh, Silas had left The School and Rockland. Cut up altogether too badly in the examination inst.i.tuted by the Trustees. Had removed over to Tamarack, and thought of renting a large house and "farming" the town-poor."
Some time after this, as I was walking with a young friend along by the swell-fronts and south-exposures, whom should I see but Mr. Bernard Langdon, looking remarkably happy, and keeping step by the side of a very handsome and singularly well-dressed young lady? He bowed and lifted his hat as we pa.s.sed.
"Who is that pretty girl my young doctor has got there?" I said to my companion.
"Who is that?" he answered. "You don"t know? Why, that is neither more nor less than Miss Let.i.tia Forrester, daughter of--of--why, the great banking firm, you know, Bilyuns Brothers & Forrester. Got acquainted with her in the country, they say. There "s a story that they"re engaged, or like to be, if the firm consents."
"Oh" I said.
I did not like the look of it in the least. Too young,--too young. Has not taken any position yet. No right to ask for the hand of Bilyuns Brothers & Co."s daughter. Besides, it will spoil him for practice, if he marries a rich girl before he has formed habits of work.
I looked in at his office the other day. A box of white kids was lying open on the table. A three-cornered note, directed in a very delicate lady"s-hand, was distinguishable among a heap of papers. I was just going to call him to account for his proceedings, when he pushed the three-cornered note aside and took up a letter with a great corporation-seal upon it. He had received the offer of a professor"s chair in an ancient and distinguished inst.i.tution.
"Pretty well for three-and-twenty, my boy," I said. "I suppose you"ll think you must be married one of these days, if you accept this office."
Mr. Langdon blushed.--There had been stories about him, he knew. His name had been mentioned in connection with that of a very charming young lady. The current reports were not true. He had met this young lady, and been much pleased with her, in the country, at the house of her grandfather, the Reverend Doctor Honeywood,--you remember Miss Let.i.tia Forrester, whom I have mentioned repeatedly? On coming to town, he found his country-acquaintance in a social position which seemed to discourage his continued intimacy. He had discovered, however; that he was a not unwelcome visitor, and had kept up friendly relations with her. But there was no truth in the current reports,--none at all."
Some months had pa.s.sed, after this visit, when I happened one evening to stroll into a box in one of the princ.i.p.al theatres of the city. A small party sat on the seats before me: a middle-aged gentleman and his lady, in front, and directly behind them my young doctor and the same very handsome young lady I had seen him walking with on the sidewalk before the swell-fronts and south-exposures. As Professor Langdon seemed to be very much taken up with his companion, and both of them looked as if they were enjoying themselves, I determined not to make my presence known to my young friend, and to withdraw quietly after feasting my eyes with the sight of them for a few minutes.
"It looks as if something might come of it," I said to myself. At that moment the young lady lifted her arm accidentally in such a way that the light fell upon the clasp of a chain which encircled her wrist. My eyes filled with tears as I read upon the clasp, in sharp-cut Italic letters, E. Y. They were tears at once of sad remembrance and of joyous antic.i.p.ation; for the ornament on which I looked was the double pledge of a dead sorrow and a living affection. It was the golden bracelet,--the parting-gift of Elsie Venner, the golden bracelet,--the parting-gift of Elsie Venner.