"Ay, ay," muttered he, with a cackling apology for a laugh, "time is telling on us all.--But I"m keeping the supper waiting."
The duties of hospitality were always enough to make O"Donoghue forget any momentary chagrin, and he seated himself at the table with all his wonted good-humour and affability.
As the meal proceeded, the doctor inquired about the sick boy, and the circ.u.mstances attending his illness; the interest he bestowed on the narrative mainly depending on the mention of Sir Marmaduke Travers"s name, whose presence in the country he was not aware of before, and from whose residence he began already to speculate on many benefits to himself.
"They told me," continued O"Donoghue, "that the lad behaved admirably.
In fact, if the old weir-rapid be any thing like what I remember it, the danger was no common one. There used to be a current there strong enough to carry away a dozen hors.e.m.e.n."
"And how is the young lady? Is she nothing the worse from the cold, and the drenching, and the shock of the accident?"
"Faith, I must confess it, I have not had the grace to ask after her.
Living as I have been for some years back, has left me sadly in arrear with every demand of the world. Sir Marmaduke was polite enough to say he"d call on me; but there is a still greater favour he could bestow, which is, to leave me alone."
"There was a law-suit or dispute of some kind or other between you, was there not?"
"There is something of that kind," said O"Donoghue, with an air of annoyance at the question; "but these are matters gentlemen leave to their lawyers, and seek not to mix themselves up with."
"The strong purse is the sinew of war," muttered the inexorable doctor; "and they tell me he is one of the wealthiest men in England."
"He may be, for aught I know or care."
"Well, well," resumed the other, after a long deliberative pause, "there"s no knowing how this little adventure may turn out. If your son saved the girl"s life, I scarcely think he could press you so hard about--"
"Take care, sir," broke in O"Donoghue, and with the words he seized the doctor"s wrist in his strong grasp; "take care how you venture to speak of affairs which no wise concern you;" then, seeing the terrified look his speech called up, he added--"I have been very irritable latterly, and never desire to talk on these subjects; so, if you please, we"ll change the topic."
The door was cautiously opened at this moment, and Kerry presented himself, with a request from Sir Archibald, that, as soon as Doctor Roach found it convenient, he would be glad to see him in the sick-room.
"I am ready now," said the doctor, rising from his chair, and not by any means sorry at the opportunity of escaping a _tete-a-tete_ he had contrived to render so unpalatable to both parties. As he mounted the stairs, he continued in broken phrases to inveigh against the house and the host in a half soliloquy--"A tumble-down old barrack it is--not fifty shillings worth of furniture under the roof--the ducks were as tough as soaked parchment--and where"s the fee to come from--I wish I knew that--unless I take one of these old devils instead of it;" and he touched the frame of a large, damp, discoloured portrait of some long-buried ancestor, several of which figured on the walls of the stair-case.
"The boy is worse--far worse," whispered a low, but distinct voice beside him. "His head is now all astray--he knows no one."
Doctor Roach seemed vexed at the ceremony of salutation being forgotten in Sir Archibald"s eagerness about the youth, and drily answered--
"I have the honour to see you well, sir, I hope."
"There is one here very far from well," resumed Sir Archy, neither caring for, nor considering the speech. "We have lost too much time already--I trust ye may na be too late now."
The doctor made no reply, but rudely taking the candle from his hand, walked towards the bed--
"Ay, ay," muttered he, as he beheld the l.u.s.trous eyes and widespread pupils--the rose-red cheek, and dry, cracked lips of the youth; "he has it sure enough."
"Has what?--what is it?"
"The fever--brain fever, and the worst kind of it too."
"And there is danger then?" whispered M"Nab.
"Danger, indeed! I wonder how many come through it. Pshaw! there"s no use trying to count his pulse;" and he threw the hand rudely back upon the bed. "That"s going as fast as ever his father went with the property." A harsh, low, cackling laugh followed this brutal speech, which demanded all Sir Archy"s predetermined endurance to suffer unchecked.
"Do you know me?" said the doctor, in the loud voice used to awaken the dormant faculty of hearing. "Do you know me?"
"Yes," replied the boy, staring steadfastly at him.
"Well, who am I, then? Am I your father?"
A vacant gaze was all the answer.
"Tell me, am I your father?"
No reply followed.
"Am I your uncle, then?" said the doctor, still louder.
The word, "uncle," seemed to strike upon some new chord of his awakened sense: a faint smile played upon his parched lips, and his eyes wandered from the speaker, as if in search of some object, till they fell upon Sir Archy, as he stood at the foot of the bed, when suddenly his whole countenance was lighted up, and he repeated the word, "uncle," to himself in a voice indescribably sweet and touching.
"He has na forgotten me," murmured M"Nab, in a tone of deep emotion. "My ain dear boy--he knows me yet."
"You agitate him too much," said Roach, whose nature had little sympathy with the feelings of either. "You must leave me alone here to examine him myself."
M"Nab said not a word, but, with noiseless step, stole from the room.
The doctor looked after him as he went, and then followed to see that the door was closed behind. This done, he beckoned to Kerry, who still remained, to approach, and deliberately seated himself in a chair near the window.
"Tell me, my good fellow," said he, affecting an air of confidence as he spoke, "an"t they all broke here? Isn"t the whole thing smashed?"
"Broke--smashed!" repeated Kerry, as he held up both hands in feigned astonishment; ""tis a droll smash: begorra, I never see money as plenty this many a year. Sure av there wasn"t lashings of it, would he be looking out for carriage-horses, and buying hunters, not to say putting the kennel in order."
"Is it truth you are telling?" said Roach, in astonishment.
"True as my name is Kerry O"Leary. We offered Lanty Lawler a hundred and twenty guineas on Friday last for a match wheeler, and we"re not off of him yet; he"s a big brown horse, with a star on his face; and the cob for the master cost forty pounds. He"ll be here tomorrow, or next day, sure ye"ll see him yourself."
"The place is falling to ruin--the roof will never last the winter,"
broke in the doctor.
"Well, and whose fault is it, but that spalpeen Murphy"s, that won"t set the men to work till he gets oak timber from the Black Say--"tis the finest wood in the world, they tell me, and lasts for ever and ever."
"But, don"t they owe money every where in the country? There isn"t a little shop in Killarney without an account of their"s in it."
"Of course they do, and the same in Cork--ay, and in Tralee, for the matter of that. Would you have them not give encouragement to more places nor one? There"s not one of those crayturs would send in their bill--no, though we do be asking for it, week after week. They"re afraid of losing the custom; and I"ll engage now, they do be telling you they can"t get their money by hook or by crook; that"s it--I knew it well."
The doctor meditated long on these strange revelations, so very opposite to all he had heard of the circ.u.mstances of the O"Donoghues; and while his own convictions were strongly against Kerry"s narrative, that worthy man"s look of simplicity and earnest truth puzzled him considerably, and made him hesitate which side to credit.
After a long pause, from which the incoherent ravings of the sick boy aroused him, he looked up at Kerry, and then, with a motion of his thumb towards the bed, he muttered--
"He"s going fast."
"Going fast!" echoed Kerry, in a voice very different from his former accent. "Oh, wirra! there"s nothing so bad as death! Distress and poverty is hard enough, but that"s the raal misfortune."
A dry sarcastic grin from the doctor seemed to say that poor Kerry"s secret was discovered. The allusion to want of means came too naturally not to be suggested by present circ.u.mstances; and the readiness of Doctor Roach"s apprehension clinched the discovery at once.