There was an immediate refusal on the part of every medical man in the town to become a visitor at the Fever Hospital.
"Very well," said Lydgate to Mr. Bulstrode, "we have a capital house-surgeon and dispenser, a clear-headed, neat-handed fellow; we"ll get Webbe from Crabsley, as good a country pract.i.tioner as any of them, to come over twice a-week, and in case of any exceptional operation, Protheroe will come from Bra.s.sing. I must work the harder, that"s all, and I have given up my post at the Infirmary. The plan will flourish in spite of them, and then they"ll be glad to come in. Things can"t last as they are: there must be all sorts of reform soon, and then young fellows may be glad to come and study here." Lydgate was in high spirits.
"I shall not flinch, you may depend upon it, Mr. Lydgate," said Mr. Bulstrode. "While I see you carrying out high intentions with vigor, you shall have my unfailing support. And I have humble confidence that the blessing which has. .h.i.therto attended my efforts against the spirit of evil in this town will not be withdrawn. Suitable directors to a.s.sist me I have no doubt of securing. Mr. Brooke of Tipton has already given me his concurrence, and a pledge to contribute yearly: he has not specified the sum-probably not a great one. But he will be a useful member of the board."
A useful member was perhaps to be defined as one who would originate nothing, and always vote with Mr. Bulstrode.
The medical aversion to Lydgate was hardly disguised now. Neither Dr. Sprague nor Dr. Minchin said that he disliked Lydgate"s knowledge, or his disposition to improve treatment: what they disliked was his arrogance, which n.o.body felt to be altogether deniable. They implied that he was insolent, pretentious, and given to that reckless innovation for the sake of noise and show which was the essence of the charlatan.
The word charlatan once thrown on the air could not be let drop. In those days the world was agitated about the wondrous doings of Mr. St. John Long, "n.o.blemen and gentlemen" attesting his extraction of a fluid like mercury from the temples of a patient.
Mr. Toller remarked one day, smilingly, to Mrs. Taft, that "Bulstrode had found a man to suit him in Lydgate; a charlatan in religion is sure to like other sorts of charlatans."
"Yes, indeed, I can imagine," said Mrs. Taft, keeping the number of thirty st.i.tches carefully in her mind all the while; "there are so many of that sort. I remember Mr. Cheshire, with his irons, trying to make people straight when the Almighty had made them crooked."
"No, no," said Mr. Toller, "Cheshire was all right-all fair and above board. But there"s St. John Long-that"s the kind of fellow we call a charlatan, advertising cures in ways n.o.body knows anything about: a fellow who wants to make a noise by pretending to go deeper than other people. The other day he was pretending to tap a man"s brain and get quicksilver out of it."
"Good gracious! what dreadful trifling with people"s const.i.tutions!" said Mrs. Taft.
After this, it came to be held in various quarters that Lydgate played even with respectable const.i.tutions for his own purposes, and how much more likely that in his flighty experimenting he should make sixes and sevens of hospital patients. Especially it was to be expected, as the landlady of the Tankard had said, that he would recklessly cut up their dead bodies. For Lydgate having attended Mrs. Goby, who died apparently of a heart-disease not very clearly expressed in the symptoms, too daringly asked leave of her relatives to open the body, and thus gave an offence quickly spreading beyond Parley Street, where that lady had long resided on an income such as made this a.s.sociation of her body with the victims of Burke and Hare a flagrant insult to her memory.
Affairs were in this stage when Lydgate opened the subject of the Hospital to Dorothea. We see that he was bearing enmity and silly misconception with much spirit, aware that they were partly created by his good share of success.
"They will not drive me away," he said, talking confidentially in Mr. Farebrother"s study. "I have got a good opportunity here, for the ends I care most about; and I am pretty sure to get income enough for our wants. By-and-by I shall go on as quietly as possible: I have no seductions now away from home and work. And I am more and more convinced that it will be possible to demonstrate the h.o.m.ogeneous origin of all the tissues. Raspail and others are on the same track, and I have been losing time."
"I have no power of prophecy there," said Mr. Farebrother, who had been puffing at his pipe thoughtfully while Lydgate talked; "but as to the hostility in the town, you"ll weather it if you are prudent."
"How am I to be prudent?" said Lydgate, "I just do what comes before me to do. I can"t help people"s ignorance and spite, any more than Vesalius could. It isn"t possible to square one"s conduct to silly conclusions which n.o.body can foresee."
"Quite true; I didn"t mean that. I meant only two things. One is, keep yourself as separable from Bulstrode as you can: of course, you can go on doing good work of your own by his help; but don"t get tied. Perhaps it seems like personal feeling in me to say so-and there"s a good deal of that, I own-but personal feeling is not always in the wrong if you boil it down to the impressions which make it simply an opinion."
"Bulstrode is nothing to me," said Lydgate, carelessly, "except on public grounds. As to getting very closely united to him, I am not fond enough of him for that. But what was the other thing you meant?" said Lydgate, who was nursing his leg as comfortably as possible, and feeling in no great need of advice.
"Why, this. Take care-experto crede-take care not to get hampered about money matters. I know, by a word you let fall one day, that you don"t like my playing at cards so much for money. You are right enough there. But try and keep clear of wanting small sums that you haven"t got. I am perhaps talking rather superfluously; but a man likes to a.s.sume superiority over himself, by holding up his bad example and sermonizing on it."
Lydgate took Mr. Farebrother"s hints very cordially, though he would hardly have borne them from another man. He could not help remembering that he had lately made some debts, but these had seemed inevitable, and he had no intention now to do more than keep house in a simple way. The furniture for which he owed would not want renewing; nor even the stock of wine for a long while.
Many thoughts cheered him at that time-and justly. A man conscious of enthusiasm for worthy aims is sustained under petty hostilities by the memory of great workers who had to fight their way not without wounds, and who hover in his mind as patron saints, invisibly helping. At home, that same evening when he had been chatting with Mr. Farebrother, he had his long legs stretched on the sofa, his head thrown back, and his hands clasped behind it according to his favorite ruminating att.i.tude, while Rosamond sat at the piano, and played one tune after another, of which her husband only knew (like the emotional elephant he was!) that they fell in with his mood as if they had been melodious sea-breezes.
There was something very fine in Lydgate"s look just then, and any one might have been encouraged to bet on his achievement. In his dark eyes and on his mouth and brow there was that placidity which comes from the fulness of contemplative thought-the mind not searching, but beholding, and the glance seeming to be filled with what is behind it.
Presently Rosamond left the piano and seated herself on a chair close to the sofa and opposite her husband"s face.
"Is that enough music for you, my lord?" she said, folding her hands before her and putting on a little air of meekness.
"Yes, dear, if you are tired," said Lydgate, gently, turning his eyes and resting them on her, but not otherwise moving. Rosamond"s presence at that moment was perhaps no more than a spoonful brought to the lake, and her woman"s instinct in this matter was not dull.
"What is absorbing you?" she said, leaning forward and bringing her face nearer to his.
He moved his hands and placed them gently behind her shoulders.
"I am thinking of a great fellow, who was about as old as I am three hundred years ago, and had already begun a new era in anatomy."
"I can"t guess," said Rosamond, shaking her head. "We used to play at guessing historical characters at Mrs. Lemon"s, but not anatomists."
"I"ll tell you. His name was Vesalius. And the only way he could get to know anatomy as he did, was by going to s.n.a.t.c.h bodies at night, from graveyards and places of execution."
"Oh!" said Rosamond, with a look of disgust on her pretty face, "I am very glad you are not Vesalius. I should have thought he might find some less horrible way than that."
"No, he couldn"t," said Lydgate, going on too earnestly to take much notice of her answer. "He could only get a complete skeleton by s.n.a.t.c.hing the whitened bones of a criminal from the gallows, and burying them, and fetching them away by bits secretly, in the dead of night."
"I hope he is not one of your great heroes," said Rosamond, half playfully, half anxiously, "else I shall have you getting up in the night to go to St. Peter"s churchyard. You know how angry you told me the people were about Mrs. Goby. You have enemies enough already."
"So had Vesalius, Rosy. No wonder the medical fogies in Middlemarch are jealous, when some of the greatest doctors living were fierce upon Vesalius because they had believed in Galen, and he showed that Galen was wrong. They called him a liar and a poisonous monster. But the facts of the human frame were on his side; and so he got the better of them."
"And what happened to him afterwards?" said Rosamond, with some interest.
"Oh, he had a good deal of fighting to the last. And they did exasperate him enough at one time to make him burn a good deal of his work. Then he got shipwrecked just as he was coming from Jerusalem to take a great chair at Padua. He died rather miserably."
There was a moment"s pause before Rosamond said, "Do you know, Tertius, I often wish you had not been a medical man."
"Nay, Rosy, don"t say that," said Lydgate, drawing her closer to him. "That is like saying you wish you had married another man."
"Not at all; you are clever enough for anything: you might easily have been something else. And your cousins at Quallingham all think that you have sunk below them in your choice of a profession."
"The cousins at Quallingham may go to the devil!" said Lydgate, with scorn. "It was like their impudence if they said anything of the sort to you."
"Still," said Rosamond, "I do not think it is a nice profession, dear." We know that she had much quiet perseverance in her opinion.
"It is the grandest profession in the world, Rosamond," said Lydgate, gravely. "And to say that you love me without loving the medical man in me, is the same sort of thing as to say that you like eating a peach but don"t like its flavor. Don"t say that again, dear, it pains me."
"Very well, Doctor Grave-face," said Rosy, dimpling, "I will declare in future that I dote on skeletons, and body-s.n.a.t.c.hers, and bits of things in phials, and quarrels with everybody, that end in your dying miserably."
"No, no, not so bad as that," said Lydgate, giving up remonstrance and petting her resignedly.
CHAPTER XLVI.
Pues no podemos haber aquello que queremos, queramos aquello que podremos.
Since we cannot get what we like, let us like what we can get.-Spanish Proverb.
While Lydgate, safely married and with the Hospital under his command, felt himself struggling for Medical Reform against Middlemarch, Middlemarch was becoming more and more conscious of the national struggle for another kind of Reform.
By the time that Lord John Russell"s measure was being debated in the House of Commons, there was a new political animation in Middlemarch, and a new definition of parties which might show a decided change of balance if a new election came. And there were some who already predicted this event, declaring that a Reform Bill would never be carried by the actual Parliament. This was what Will Ladislaw dwelt on to Mr. Brooke as a reason for congratulation that he had not yet tried his strength at the hustings.