She came to the end of the pile of music, but could not find the song.
Putting it all on a side-table, Mina said a general good-bye, escaped by the gla.s.s-doors, and ran home by the little gate that divided the two gardens.
Captain Collinson left next. Perhaps he and Mina had both a sense of being de trop when the doctor was there. Waiting to exchange a few words with Mr. Tamlyn, and bidding Madame St. Vincent an adieu that had more of formality in it than friendship, the captain bowed himself out, taking his ta.s.selled cane with him, madame ringing for one of the men-servants to attend him to the hall-door. Ta.s.selled canes were the fashion then.
"They do not make a practice of meeting here, do they?" began old Tamlyn, when the captain was beyond hearing.
"Who? What?" asked Madame St. Vincent.
"The captain and little Mina Knox."
For a minute or two it appeared that madame could not catch his meaning.
She looked at him in perplexity.
"I fail to understand you, dear Mr. Tamlyn."
"The captain is a very attractive man, no doubt; a good match, I dare say, and all that: but still we should not like poor little Mina to be whirled off to India by him. I asked if they often met here."
"Whirled off to India?" repeated madame, in astonishment. "Little Mina?
By him? In what capacity?"
"As his wife."
"But--dear me!--what can have put such an idea into your head, my good sir? Mina is a mere child."
"Old enough to take up foolish notions," quoth the doctor, quaintly; "especially if they are put into it by a be-whiskered grenadier, such as he. I hope he is not doing it! I hope you do not give them opportunities of meeting here!"
Madame seemed quite taken aback at the implication. Her voice had a sound of tears in it.
"Do you suppose I could be capable of such a thing, sir? I did think you had a better opinion of me. Such a child as Mina! We were both on our knees, looking for the song, when Captain Collinson came in; and he must needs go down on his great stupid knees too. He but called to inquire after Lady Jenkins."
"Very thoughtful of him, of course. He is often up here, I fancy; at the next house, if not at this."
"Certainly not often at this. He calls on Lady Jenkins occasionally, and she likes it. _I_ don"t encourage him. He may be a brave soldier, and a man of wealth and family, and everything else that"s desirable; but he is no especial favourite of mine."
"Well, Sam Jenkins has an idea that he would like to get making love to Mina. Sam was laughing about it in the surgery last night with Johnny Ludlow, and I happened to overhear him. Sam thinks they meet here, as well as next door: and you heard Mina say just now that she was singing to him here yesterday afternoon. Stay, my dear lady, don"t be put out.
I am sure _you_ have thought it no harm, have been innocent of all suspicion of it. Mistaken, you tell me? Well, it may be I am. Mina is but a child, as you observe, and--and perhaps Sam was only jesting. How is our patient to-day?"
"Pretty well. Just a little drowsy."
"In bed, or up?"
"Oh, up."
"Will you tell her I am here?"
Madame St. Vincent, her plumage somewhat ruffled, betook herself to the floor above, Mr. Tamlyn following. Lady Jenkins, in a loose gown of blue quilted silk and a cap with yellow roses in it, sat at the window, nodding.
"Well," said he, sitting down by her and taking her hand, "and how do you feel to-day?"
She opened her eyes and smiled at him. Better, she thought: oh yes, certainly better.
"You are sleepy."
"Rather so. Getting up tired me."
"Are you not going for a drive to-day? It would do you good."
"I don"t know. Ask Patty. Patty, are we going out to-day?"
The utter helplessness of mind and body which appeared to be upon her as she thus appealed to another, Mr. Tamlyn had rarely seen equalled. Even while listening to Madame St. Vincent"s answer--that they would go if she felt strong enough--her heavy eyelids closed again. In a minute or two she was in a sound sleep. Tamlyn threw caution and Dr. Knox"s injunction to the winds, and spoke on the moment"s impulse to Madame St.
Vincent.
"You see," he observed, pointing to the sleeping face.
"She is only dozing off again."
"_Only!_ My dear, good lady, this perpetual, stupid, lethargic sleepiness is not natural. You are young, perhaps inexperienced, or you would know it to be not so."
"I scarcely think it altogether unnatural," softly dissented madame, with deprecation. "She has really been very poorly."
"But not sufficiently so to induce this helplessness. It has been upon her for months, and is gaining ground."
"She is seventy years of age, remember."
"I know that. But people far older than that are not as she is without some cause: either of natural illness, or--or--something else. Step here a minute, my dear."
Old Tamlyn walked rapidly to the other window, and stood there talking in low tones, his eyes fixed on Madame St. Vincent, his hand, in his eagerness, touching her shoulder.
"Knox thinks, and has imparted his opinion to me--ay, and his doubts also--that something is being given to her."
"That something is being given to her!" echoed Madame St. Vincent, her face flushing with surprise. "Given to her in what way?"
"Or else that she is herself taking it. But I, who have known her longer than Knox has, feel certain that she is not one to do anything of the sort. Besides, you would have found it out long ago."
"I protest I do not understand you," spoke madame, earnestly. "What is it that she _could_ take? She has taken the medicine that comes from your surgery. She has taken nothing else."
"Knox thinks she is being drugged."
"Drugged! Lady Jenkins drugged? How, drugged? What with? What for? Who would drug her?"
"There it is; who would do it?" said the old doctor, interrupting the torrent of words poured forth in surprise. "I confess I think the symptoms point to it. But I don"t see how it could be accomplished and you not detect it, considering that you are so much with her."
"Why, I hardly ever leave her, day or night," cried madame. "My bedroom, as you know, is next to hers, and I sleep with the intervening door open. There is no more chance, sir, that she could be drugged than that I could be."
"When Knox first spoke of it to me I was pretty nearly startled out of my senses," went on Tamlyn. "For I caught up a worse notion than he meant to convey--that she was being systematically poisoned."
A dark, vivid, resentful crimson dyed madame"s face. The suggestion seemed to be a reproof on her vigilance.
"Poisoned!" she repeated in angry indignation. "How dare Dr. Knox suggest such a thing?"