"It is a time for plain speaking," I answered, "and we may as well thoroughly understand each other. If I have done your practice any harm, I a.s.sure you that I am heartily sorry, and I shall do all I can to repair it. I cannot say more."
"What are you going to do, then?" asked Cullingworth.
"I shall either go to sea or else start a practice on my own account."
"But you have no money."
"Neither had you when you started."
"Ah, that was different. Still, it may be that you are right. You"ll find it a stiff pull at first."
"Oh, I am quite prepared for that."
"Well, you know, Munro, I feel that I am responsible to you to some extent, since I persuaded you not to take that ship the other day."
"It was a pity, but it can"t be helped."
"We must do what we can to make up. Now, I tell you what I am prepared to do. I was talking about it with Hetty this morning, and she thought as I did. If we were to allow you one pound a week until you got your legs under you, it would encourage you to start for yourself, and you could pay it back as soon as you were able."
"It is very kind of you," said I. "If you would let the matter stand just now, I should like just to take a short walk by myself, and to think it all over."
So the Cullingworths did their bag-procession through the doctors"
quarter alone to-day, and I walked to the park, where I sat down on one of the seats, lit a cigar, and thought the whole matter over. I was down on my luck at first; but the balmy air and the smell of spring and the budding flowers soon set me right again. I began my last letter among the stars, and I am inclined to finish this one among the flowers, for they are rare companions when one"s mind is troubled. Most things on this earth, from a woman"s beauty to the taste of a nectarine, seem to be the various baits with which Nature lures her silly gudgeons. They shall eat, they shall propagate, and for the sake of pleasing themselves they shall hurry down the road which has been laid out for them. But there lurks no bribe in the smell and beauty of the flower. It"s charm has no ulterior motive.
Well, I sat down there and brooded. In my heart I did not believe that Cullingworth had taken alarm at so trifling a decrease. That could not have been his real reason for driving me from the practice. He had found me in the way in his domestic life, no doubt, and he had devised this excuse for getting rid of me. Whatever the reason was, it was sufficiently plain that all my hopes of building up a surgical practice, which should keep parallel with his medical one, were for ever at an end. On the whole, bearing in mind my mother"s opposition, and the continual janglings which we had had during the last few weeks, I was not very sorry. On the contrary, a sudden curious little thrill of happiness took me somewhere about the back of the midriff, and, as a drift of rooks pa.s.sed cawing over my head, I began cawing also in the overflow of my spirits.
And then as I walked back I considered how far I could avail myself of this money from Cullingworth. It was not much, but it would be madness to start without it, for I had sent home the little which I had saved at Horton"s. I had not more than six pounds in the whole world. I reflected that the money could make no difference to Cullingworth, with his large income, while it made a vast one to me. I should repay him in a year or two at the latest. Perhaps I might get on so well as to be able to dispense with it almost at once. There could be no doubt that it was the representations of Cullingworth as to my future prospects in Bradfield which had made me refuse the excellent appointment in the Decia. I need not therefore have any scruples at accepting some temporary a.s.sistance from his hands. On my return, I told him that I had decided to do so, and thanked him at the same time for his generosity.
"That"s all right," said he. "Hetty, my dear, get a bottle of fez in, and we shall drink success to Munro"s new venture."
It seemed only the other day that he had been drinking my entrance into partnership; and here we were, the same three, sipping good luck to my exit from it! I"m afraid our second ceremony was on both sides the heartier of the two.
"I must decide now where I am to start," I remarked. "What I want is some nice little town where all the people are rich and ill."
"I suppose you wouldn"t care to settle here in Bradfield?" asked Cullingworth.
"Well, I cannot see much point in that. If I harmed you as a partner, I might do so more as a rival. If I succeeded it might be at your expense."
"Well," said he, "choose your town, and my offer still holds good."
We hunted out an atlas, and laid the map of England before us on the table. Cities and villages lay beneath me as thick as freckles, and yet there was nothing to lead me to choose one rather than another.
"I think it should be some place large enough to give you plenty of room for expansion," said he.
"Not too near London," added Mrs. Cullingworth.
"And, above all, a place where I know n.o.body," said I. "I can rough it by myself, but I can"t keep up appearances before visitors."
"What do you say to Stockwell?" said Cullingworth, putting the amber of his pipe upon a town within thirty miles of Bradfield.
I had hardly heard of the place, but I raised my gla.s.s. "Well, here"s to Stockwell!" I cried; "I shall go there to-morrow morning and prospect."
We all drank the toast (as you will do at Lowell when you read this); and so it is arranged, and you may rely upon it that I shall give you a full and particular account of the result.
X. CADOGAN TERRACE, BIRCHESPOOL, 21st May, 1882.
My dear old chap, things have been happening, and I must tell you all about it. Sympathy is a strange thing; for though I never see you, the mere fact that you over there in New England are keenly interested in what I am doing and thinking, makes my own life in old England very much more interesting to me. The thought of you is like a good staff in my right hand.
The unexpected has happened so continually in my life that it has ceased to deserve the name. You remember that in my last I had received my dismissal, and was on the eve of starting for the little country town of Stockwell to see if there were any sign of a possible practice there.
Well, in the morning, before I came down to breakfast, I was putting one or two things into a bag, when there came a timid knock at my door, and there was Mrs. Cullingworth in her dressing-jacket, with her hair down her back.
"Would you mind coming down and seeing James, Dr. Munro?" said she. "He has been very strange all night, and I am afraid that he is ill."
Down I went, and found Cullingworth looking rather red in the face, and a trifle wild about the eyes. He was sitting up in bed, with the neck of his nightgown open, and an acute angle of hairy chest exposed. He had a sheet of paper, a pencil, and a clinical thermometer upon the coverlet in front of him.
"Deuced interesting thing, Munro," said he. "Come and look at this temperature chart. I"ve been taking it every quarter of an hour since I couldn"t sleep, and it"s up and down till it looks like the mountains in the geography books. We"ll have some drugs in--eh, what, Munro?--and by Crums, we"ll revolutionise all their ideas about fevers. I"ll write a pamphlet from personal experiment that will make all their books clean out of date, and they"ll have to tear them up and wrap sandwiches in them."
He was talking in the rapid slurring way of a man who has trouble coming. I looked at his chart, and saw that he was over 102 degrees. His pulse rub-a-dubbed under my fingers, and his skin sent a glow into my hand.
"Any symptoms?" I asked, sitting down on the side of his bed.
"Tongue like a nutmeg-grater," said he, thrusting it out. "Frontal headache, renal pains, no appet.i.te, and a mouse nibbling inside my left elbow. That"s as far as we"ve got at present."
"I"ll tell you what it is, Cullingworth," said I. "You have a touch of rheumatic fever, and you will have to lie by for a bit."
"Lie by be hanged!" he cried. "I"ve got a hundred people to see to-day.
My boy, I must be down there if I have the rattle in my throat. I didn"t build up a practice to have it ruined by a few ounces of lactic acid."
"James dear, you can easily build up another one," said his wife, in her cooing voice. "You must do what Dr. Munro tells you."
"Well," said I, "you"ll want looking after, and your practice will want looking after, and I am quite ready to do both. But I won"t take the responsibility unless you give me your word that you will do what you are told."
"If I"m to have any doctoring it must come from you, laddie," he said; "for if I was to turn my toes up in the public square, there"s not a man here who would do more than sign my certificate. By Crums, they might get the salts and oxalic acid mixed up if they came to treat me, for there"s no love lost between us. But I want to go down to the practice all the same."
"It"s out of the question. You know the sequel of this complaint. You"ll have endocarditis, embolism, thrombosis, metastatic abscesses--you know the danger as well as I do."
He sank back into his bed laughing.
"I take my complaints one at a time, thank you," said he. "I wouldn"t be so greedy as to have all those--eh, Munro, what?--when many another poor devil hasn"t got an ache to his back." The four posts of his bed quivered with his laughter. "Do what you like, laddie--but I say, mind, if anything should happen, no tomfoolery over my grave. If you put so much as a stone there, by Crums, Munro, I"ll come back in the dead of the night and plant it on the pit of your stomach."
Nearly three weeks pa.s.sed before he could set his foot to the ground again. He wasn"t such a bad patient, after all; but he rather complicated my treatment by getting in all sorts of phials and powders, and trying experiments upon his own symptoms. It was impossible to keep him quiet, and our only means of retaining him in bed was to allow him all the work that he could do there.
He wrote copiously, built up models of his patent screen, and banged off pistols at his magnetic target, which he had rigged tip on the mantelpiece. Nature has given him a const.i.tution of steel, however, and he shook off his malady more quickly and more thoroughly than the most docile of sufferers.
In the meantime, Mrs. Cullingworth and I ran the practice together. As a subst.i.tute for him I was a dreadful failure. They would not believe in me in the least. I felt that I was as flat as water after champagne.
I could not address them from the stairs, nor push them about, nor prophesy to the anaeemic women. I was much too solemn and demure after what they had been accustomed to. However, I held the thing together as best I could, and I don"t think that he found the practice much the worse when he was able to take it over. I could not descend to what I thought was unprofessional, but I did my very best to keep the wheels turning.