I heard first a great groan from the bed, to which by now they had moved him from the chair, and then Ailesbury"s name spoken in a very broken voice. (My own heart beat so loud when I heard that, that I could scarce listen to what followed.)
"Yes, Sir," came Ailesbury"s voice; and then a broken murmur again. (He was thanking him, I heard afterwards from Mr. Chiffinch, for his affection to him, and for having caused him to be bled so promptly by Mr. King, and for having sent Chiffinch to him to bring him back from his private closet.)
Presently he grew stronger; and I could hear what he said.
"I went there," he said, "for the King"s Drops.... I felt very ailing when I rose.... I walked about there; but felt no better. I nearly fell from giddiness as I came down again."
He spoke very slowly, but strongly enough; and he gave a great sigh at the end.
Presently he spoke again.
"Why, brother," he said. "So there you are."
I heard the Duke"s voice answer him, but so brokenly and confusedly that I could hear no words.
"No, no," said His Majesty, "I do very well now."
I came down the stairs again, shaking all over. I cannot say how affected I was to hear his voice again; and I think there could scarce be a man in the place any less affected. He was a man who compelled love in an extraordinary fashion. I felt that if he died I could bear no more at all.
I was walking up and down again very softly, when the door into the Bedchamber was noiselessly pulled open, and Mr. Chiffinch came down the stairs. That dreadful look of tightness and pain was gone from his face: he was almost smiling. He nodded at me, very cheerful.
"He is better. The King"s Majesty is much better," he whispered. Then his face twitched with emotion; and I saw that he was very near crying.
I was not far from it myself.
CHAPTER IX
How the hours of that day went by I scarcely know at all. I went back to dine in my lodgings, and to counter-order all preparations for my going on the morrow, so soon as I knew that His Majesty was out of any immediate danger; for I could not find it in my heart to leave town until he was altogether recovered. In the afternoon, before going back to inquire how he was, I walked a good while in the court and the Privy Garden, though the day was very raw and cold.
Whitehall had been put as in a state of siege from the first moment that the King"s illness was known. The gates were closed to all but those who had lodgings in the Palace, and those who were allowed special entry by His Royal Highness. The sentries everywhere were greatly augmented; both horse and foot were placed at every entrance; and the greatest strictness was observed that no letter should pa.s.s out either to His Grace of Monmouth or to the Prince of Orange: even M. Barillon had but permission to send one letter to the French King as to His Majesty"s state. All this was to hinder any rising or invasion that might be made either within or without the kingdom. I was in the court when the couriers rode out with despatches to the Lords Lieutenant of the Counties with advices as to what to do should His Majesty die; and I was there too when the deputies came from the Lord Mayor and Aldermen and Lieutenants of the City to inquire for the King and to a.s.sure His Royal Highness of their loyalty and support. This was of the greatest satisfaction to the Duke; for I suppose that he did not feel very secure.
A little before supper I went round to Mr. Chiffinch"s; and, by the greatest good fortune found him on the point of returning to His Majesty"s lodgings. He gave me an excellent account as we went together.
"The physicians declare," said he, "that His Majesty is out of danger: and bath permitted the Duke to tell the foreign ministers so. They have had another consultation on him; and have prescribed G.o.d knows what!
Cowslip and Sal of Ammoniac, sneezing mixtures, plasters for his feet; and he is to have broth and ale to his supper. They are determined to catch hold of his disorder somehow, if not by one thing then by another.
To tell the truth I think they know not at all what is the matter with him. They have taken near thirty ounces of blood from him too, to-day.
If the King were not a giant for health he would have died of his remedies, I think!"
He talked so; but he was in very cheerful spirits; and before he left me at the door of the lodgings I had got an order from him to admit me everywhere within reason. It was something of a surprise to me to see how dearly this man--whose name was so evil spoken of, and, I fear with good cause enough--yet loved his master.
On Tuesday morning I was up again very early, and round at His Majesty"s lodgings. I went up by the other way and into the great antechamber; and there I met with one of the physicians who was just come from the consultation that twelve of them had held together. He was a very communicative fellow and told me that six of them had been with His Majesty all night, and that His Majesty had slept pretty well; and that--to encourage him, I suppose!--ten more ounces of blood had been taken from his neck. He was proceeding to speak of some new remedies--and mentioned an anti-spasmodic julep of Black Cherry Water that had been prescribed, when another put out his head and called to him from the Bedchamber; and he went away back into it with an important air.
All that day too I never left Whitehall. There were great crowds in all the streets and outside the gates, I heard, but their demeanour was very quiet and sorrowful; and prayers were said all day long in the churches.
When I went back to the antechamber in the evening I saw my Lord Bishop of Ely there, and heard from one of the pages that he was to spend that night in His Majesty"s room. So I gathered from that that the physicians were not very confident even yet, though couriers had been sent out again to-day to bear the news of the King"s happy recovery; and I was, besides, in two minds, when I saw the Bishop there, as to what I should do about a Catholic priest. If I had seen His Royal Highness then, I think I should have said something to him upon it; but the Duke was in the Bedchamber; and there I dared not yet penetrate.
On the Wednesday morning, when I went early to inquire, I heard that again His Majesty had slept well, and that the physicians were well satisfied; I saw no one but a man of Mr. Chiffinch"s, who told me that; and that Dr. Ken, my Lord Bishop of Bath and Wells, was with the King; and I went away content: but when I went back again, for the third time that day, just before supper-time, I saw from the faces in the antechamber that all was not so well. Yet I could get nothing out of anyone, and did not wish to press too hard lest I should be turned out altogether. I saw my friend of yesterday, whose name I have never yet learned, hurrying across the end of the chamber into another little room where the physicians had their consultations--(it was, I think, my Lord Ailesbury"s dressing-room)--but I was not in time to catch him; so I went away again in some little dismay, yet not greatly alarmed even now.
The Bishop, I thought, could at least do him no great harm.
On the Thursday morning, before I was dressed, my man brought me the _London Gazette_ that had been printed about six o"clock the evening before. The announcement as to the King"s health ran as follows. (I cut out the pa.s.sage then and there and put it in my diary.)
"At the Council Chamber, Whitehall, the 4th of February, 1684 [1685 N.
S.], at five in the afternoon.
"The Lords of His Majesty"s most Honourable Privy Council have thought fit, for preventing false reports, I make known that His Majesty, upon Monday morning last, was seized with a violent fit that gave great cause to fear the issue of it; but after some hours an amendment appeared, which with the blessing of G.o.d being improved by the application of proper and seasonable remedies, is now so advanced, that the physicians have this day as well as yesterday given this account to the Council, viz.--That they conceive His Majesty to be in a condition of safety, and that he will in a few days be freed from his distemper.
"JOHN NICHOLAS."
Yes, thought I, that is all very well; but what of yesterday after five o"clock, and what of this morning?
As I went to His Majesty"s lodgings an hour afterwards I heard the bells from the churches beginning to peal, to call the folks to give thanks; yet the faces within the Palace were very different. When I went up into the great antechamber, the physicians were just dispersing; and, by good fortune I was at hand when my Lord Keeper North questioned Sir Charles Scarburgh as he went back to His Majesty"s chamber.
"Well?" said he, very short. "What do you say to-day?"
"My Lord!" said Sir Charles, "we conclude that His Majesty hath an intermittent fever."
"And what the devil of that?" asked my Lord. "Could anything be worse?"
(There was a little group round them by now; and I could see one of the Bishops listening a little way off.)
"My Lord," said the other, "at least we know now what to do."
"And what is that?" snapped my Lord who seemed in a very ill humour.
"To give the Cortex, my Lord," said Sir Charles with great dignity; for indeed the manner of my Lord was most insolent.
My Lord grunted at that.
"Peruvian Bark, my Lord," said the physician, as if speaking to a child.
Well; there was no more to be got that morning. I was in and out for a little, again in two minds as to what to do. His Royal Highness went through the antechamber at one time (to meet M. Barillon, as I saw presently, and conduct him to the King"s chamber), a little before dinner, but at such a quickness, and with such sorrow in his face that I dared not speak to him. I went back to dinner; and fell asleep afterwards in my chair, so greatly was I wearied out with anxiety; and did not wake till near four o"clock. Then, thank G.o.d! I did awake; and, with all speed went again to His Majesty"s lodgings; and this time, guided, I suppose, by Divine Providence, for I had no clear intention in what I did, I went up the private way, through the King"s closet where I found no one, down the steps, and so into the little chamber where I had talked with Mr. Chiffinch on the first morning of His Majesty"s distemper.
The chamber was empty; but immediately after I had entered--first knocking, and getting no answer--who should come through, his face all distorted with sorrow, but Mr. Chiffinch himself! There was but one candle on the table, but by its light, I saw how it was with him.
I went up immediately, and took him by the arms; he stared at me like a terrified child.
"My friend," said I, "I must have no further delay. You must take me to His Majesty."