She sighed, and Sampson generalised; he plunged from the seaside novel into the sea of fiction. He rechristened that joyous art f.e.c.kshin, and lashed its living professors. "You devour their three volumes greedily,"
said he, "but after your meal you feel as empty as a drum; there is no leading idea in "um; now there always is--in Moliere; and _he_ comprehended the midicine of his age. But what fundamental truth d"our novelists iver convey? All they can do is pile incidents. Their customers dictate th" article: unideaed melodrams for unideaed girls.
The writers and their f.e.c.kshins belong to one species, and that"s "the non-vertebrated animals;" and their midicine is Bosh; why, they bleed still for falls and fevers; and niver mention vital chronometry. Then they don"t look straight at Nature, but see with their ears, and repeat one another twelve deep. Now, listen me! there are the cracters for an "ideaed f.e.c.kshin" in Barkington, and I"d write it, too, only I haven"t time."
At this, Julia, forgetting her resolution, broke out, "Romantic characters in Barkington? Who? who?"
"Who _should_ they be, but my pashints? Ay, ye may lauch, Miss Julee, but wait till ye see them." He was then seized with a fit of candour, and admitted that some, even of his pashints, were colourless; indeed, not to mince the matter, six or seven of that sacred band were nullity in person. "I can compare the beggars to nothing," said he, "but the globules of the Do-Nothings; dee----d insipid, and nothing in "em. But the others make up. Man alive, I"ve got "a rosy-cheeked miser," and an "ill-used attorney," and an "honest Screw"--he is a gardener, with a head like a cart-horse."
"Mamma! mamma! that is Mr. Maxley," cried Julia, clapping her hands, and thawing in her own despite.
"Then there"s my virgin martyr and my puppy. They are brother and sister; and there"s their father, but he is an impenetrable dog--won"t unbosom. Howiver, he sairves to draw chicks for the other two, and so keep "em goen. By-the-bye, you know my puppy?"
"We have not that honour. Do we know Dr. Sampson"s puppy, love?"
inquired Mrs. Dodd, rather languidly.
"Mamma!--I--I--know no one of that name."
"Don"t tell me! Why it was he sent me here told me where you lived, and I was to make haste, for Miss Dodd was very ill: it is young Hardie, the banker"s son, ye know."
Mrs. Dodd said good-humouredly, but with a very slight touch of irony, that really they were very much flattered by the interest Mr. Alfred Hardie had shown; especially as her daughter had never exchanged ten words with him. Julia coloured at this statement, the accuracy of which she had good reason to doubt; and the poor girl felt as if an icicle pa.s.sed swiftly along her back. And then, for the first the in her life, she thought her mother hardly gracious; and she wanted to say _she_ was obliged to Mr. Alfred Hardie, but dared not, and despised herself for not daring. Her composure was further attacked by Mrs. Dodd looking full at her, and saying interrogatively, "I wonder how that young gentleman could know about your being ill?"
At this Julia eyed her plate very attentively, and murmured, "I believe it is all over the town: and seriously too; so Mrs. Maxley says, for she tells me that in Barkington if more than one doctor is sent for, that bodes ill for the patient."
"Deevelich ill," cried Sampson heartily.
"For two physicians, like a pair of oars, Conduck him faster to the Styjjin sh.o.r.es."*
* Garth.
Julia looked him in the face, and coldly ignored this perversion of Mrs.
Maxley"s meaning; and Mrs. Dodd returned pertinaciously to the previous topic. "Mr. Alfred Hardie interests me; he was good to Edward. I am curious to know why you call him a puppy?"
"Only because he is one, ma"am. And that is no reason at all with "the Six." He is a juveneel pidant and a puppy, and contradicts ivery new truth, bekase it isn"t in Aristotle and th" Eton Grammar; and he"s such a chatterbox, ye can"t get in a word idgeways; and he and his sister--that"s my virgin martyr--are a farce. _He_ keeps sneerin" at her relijjin, and that puts _her_ in such a rage, she threatens "t"
intercede for him at the throne."
"Jargon," sighed Mrs. Dodd, and just shrugged her lovely shoulders. "We breathe it--we float in an atmosphere of it. My love?" And she floated out of the room, and Julia floated after.
Sampson sat meditating on the gullibility of man in matters medical.
This favourite speculation detained him late, and almost his first word on entering the drawing-room was, "Good night, little girl."
Julia coloured at this broad hint, drew herself up, and lighted a bedcandle. She went to Mrs. Dodd, kissed her, and whispered in her ear, "I hate him!" and, as she retired, her whole elegant person launched ladylike defiance; under which brave exterior no little uneasiness was hidden. "Oh, what will become of me!" thought she, "if _he_ has gone and told him about Henley?"
"Let"s see the prescriptions, ma"am," said Dr. Sampson.
Delighted at this concession, Mrs. Dodd took them out of her desk and spread them earnestly. He ran his eye over them, and pointed out that the mucous-membrane man and the nerve man had prescribed the same medicine, on irreconcilable grounds; and a medicine, moreover, whose effect on the nerves was _nil,_ and on the mucous membrane was not to soothe it, but plough it and harrow it; "and did not that open her eyes?" He then reminded her that all these doctors in consultation would have contrived to agree. "But you," said he, "have baffled the collusive hoax by which Dox arrived at a sham uniformity--honest uniformity can never exist till scientific principles obtain. Listme! To begin, is the pashint in love?"
The doctor put this query in just the same tone in which they inquire "Any expectoration?" But Mrs. Dodd, in reply, was less dry and business-like. She started and looked aghast. This possibility had once, for a moment, occurred to her, but only to be rejected, the evidence being all against it.
"In love?" said she. "That child, and I not know it!"
He said he had never supposed that. "But I thought I"d just ask ye; for she has no bodily ailment, and the pa.s.sions are all counterfeit diseases; they are connected, like all diseases, with cerebral instability, have their hearts and chills like all diseases, and their paroxysms and remissions like all diseases. Nlistme! You have detected the signs of a slight cerebral instability; I have ascertained th"
absence of all physical cause: then why make this healthy pashint"s buddy a test-tube for poisons? Sovereign drugs (I deal with no other, I leave the nullities to the noodles) are either counterpoisons or poisons, and here there is nothing to counterpoison at prisent. So I"m for caushin, and working on the safe side th" hidge, till we are less in the dark. Mind ye, young women at her age are kittle cattle; they have gusts o" this, and gusts o" that, th" unreasonable imps. D"ye see these two pieces pasteboard? They are tickets for a ball,
In Barkton town-hall."
"Yes, of course I see them," said Mrs. Dodd dolefully.
"Well, I prescribe "em. And when they have been taken,
And the pashint well shaken,
perhaps we shall see whether we are on the right system: and if so, we"ll dose her with youthful society in a more irrashinal form; conversaziones, cookeyshines, et citera. And if we find ourselves on the wrong _tack_ why then we"ll hark _back._
Stick blindly to "a course," the Dockers cry.
But it does me harm: _Then_ "twill do good _by-and-bye._ Where lairned ye that, Echoes of Echoes, say!
The killer ploughs "a course," the healer _"feels his way."_"
So mysterious are the operations of the human mind, that, when we have exploded in verse tuneful as the above, we lapse into triumph instead of penitence. Not that doggrel meets with reverence here below--the statues to it are few, and not in marble, but in the material itself--But then an Impromptu! A moment ago our Posy was not: and now is; with the speed, if not the brilliancy, of lightning, we have added a handful to the intellectual dust-heap of an oppressed nation. From this bad eminence Sampson then looked down complacently, and saw Mrs. Dodd"s face as long as his arm. She was one that held current opinions; and the world does not believe Poetry can sing the Practical. Verse and useful knowledge pa.s.s for incompatibles; and, though Doggrel is not Poetry, yet it has a lumbering proclivity that way, and so forfeits the confidence of grave sensible people. This versification, and this impalpable and unprecedented prescription she had waited for so long, seemed all of a piece to poor mamma: wild, unpractical, and--"oh, horror!
horror!"--eccentric.
Sampson read her sorrowful face after his fashion. "Oh, I see, ma"am,"
cried he. "Cure is not welcome unless it comes in the form consecrated by cinturies of slaughter. Well, then, give me a sheet." He took the paper and rent it asunder, and wrote this on the larger fragment:
Rx Die Mercur. circa x. hor: vespert: eat in musca ad Aulam oppid: Saltet c.u.m xiii canicul: praesertim meo. Dom: reddita, 6 hora matutin: dormiat at prand: Repetat stult.i.t: pro re nata.
He handed this with a sort of spiteful twinkle to Mrs. Dodd, and her countenance lightened again. Her s.e.x will generally compound with whoever can give as well as take. Now she had extracted a real, grave prescription, she acquiesced in the ball, though not a county one; "to satisfy your whim, my good, kind friend, to whom I owe so much."
Sampson called on his way back to town, and, in course of conversation, praised nature for her beautiful instincts, one of which, he said, had inspired Miss Julee, at a credulous age, not to swallow "the didly drastics of the tinkering dox."
Mrs. Dodd smiled, and requested permission to contradict him; her daughter had taken the several prescriptions.
Sampson inquired brusquely if she took him for a fool.
She replied calmly: "No; for a very clever, but _rather_ opinionated personage.
"Opinionated? So is ivery man who has grounnds for his opinin. D"ye think, because Dockers Short, an" Bist, an" Kinyon, an" Cuckoo, an"
Jackdaw, an" Starling, an" Co., don"t know the dire eff.e.c.ks of calomel an" drastics on the buddy, I don"t know"t? Her eye, her tongue, her skin, her voice, her elastic walk, all tell _me_ she has not been robbed of her vital resources. "Why, if she had taken that genteel old thief Short"s rimidies alone, the girl"s gums would be sore,
And herself at Dith"s door."
Mrs. Dodd was amused. "Julia, this is so like the gentlemen; they are in love with argumeunt. They go on till they reason themselves out of their reason. Why beat about the bush; when there she sits?"
"What, go t" a wumman for the truth, when I can go t" infallible Inference?"
"You may always go to my David"s daughter for the truth," said Mrs.
Dodd, with dignity. She then looked the inquiry; and Julia replied to her look as follows: first, she coloured very high; then, she hid her face in both her hands; then rose, and turning her neck swiftly, darted a glance of fiery indignation and bitter reproach on Dr. Meddlesome, and left the apartment mighty stag-like.
"Maircy on us!" cried Sampson. "Did ye see that, ma"am? Yon"s just a bonny basilisk. Another such thunderbolt as she dispinsed, and ye"ll be ringing for your maid to sweep up the good physician"s ashes."