Lake said nothing--he only whispered rather indistinctly one word, "water"--and was not able to lift his head when it came; and when they poured it into and over his lips, he sighed and closed his eyes.
"It is not a bad sign, bleeding so freely, but he looks devilish shaky, you see. I"ve seen lots of our fellows. .h.i.t, you know, and I don"t like his looks--poor fellow. You"d better see Lord Chelford this minute. He could not stand being brought all the way to the town. I"ll run down and send up the doctor, and he"ll take him on if he can bear it."
Major Jackson did not run. Though I have seen with an astonishment that has never subsided, fellows just as old and as fat, and braced up, besides, in the inflexibilities of regimentals, keeping up at double quick, at the heads of their companies, for a good quarter of a mile, before the colonel on horseback mercifully called a halt.
He walked at his best pace, however, and indeed was confoundedly uneasy about his own personal liabilities.
The major surprised Doctor Buddle shaving. He popped in unceremoniously.
The fat little doctor received him in drawers and a very tight web worsted shirt, standing by the window, at which dangled a small looking-gla.s.s.
"By George, Sir, they"ve been at mischief," burst forth the major; and the doctor, razor in hand, listened with wide open eyes and half his face lathered, to the story. Before it was over the doctor shaved the unshorn side, and (the major still in the room) completed his toilet in hot haste.
Honest Major Jackson was very uncomfortable. Of course, Buddle could not give any sort of opinion upon a case which he had not seen; but it described uglily, and the major consulted in broken hints, with an uneasy wink or two, about a flight to Boulogne.
"Well, it will be no harm to be ready; but take no step till I come back," said the doctor, who had stuffed a great roll of lint and plaister, and some other medicinals, into one pocket, and his leather case of instruments, forceps, probe, scissors, and all the other steel and silver horrors, into the other; so he strutted forth in his great coat, unnaturally broad about the hips; and the major, "devilish uncomfortable," accompanied him at a smart pace to the great gate of Brandon. He did not care to enter, feeling a little guilty, although he explained on the way all about the matter. How devilish stiff Bracton"s man was about it. And, by Jove, Sir! you know, what was to be said? for Lake, like a fool, chucked a lot of grapes in his face--for nothing, by George!"
The doctor, short and broad, was now stumping up the straight avenue, under the n.o.ble trees that roofed it over, and Major Jackson sauntered about in the vicinity of the gate, more interested in Lake"s safety than he would have believed possible a day or two before.
Lord Chelford being an early man, was, notwithstanding the ball of the preceding night, dressing, when St. Ange, his Swiss servant, knocked at his door with a dozen pockethandkerchiefs, a bottle of eau-de-cologne, and some other properties of his metier.
St. Ange could not wait until he had laid them down, but broke out with--
"Oh, mi Lor!--qu"est-il arrive?--le pauvre capitaine! il est tue--il se meurt--he dies--d"un coup de pistolet. He comes de se battre from beating himself in duel--il a ete atteint dans la poitrine--le pauvre gentil-homme! of a blow of the pistol."
And so on, the young n.o.bleman gathering the facts as best he might.
"Is Larcom there?"
"In the gallery, mi lor."
"Ask him to come in."
So Monsieur Larcom entered, and bowed ominously.
"You"ve seen him, Larcom. Is he very much hurt?"
"He appears, my lord, to me, I regret to say, almost a-dying like."
"Very weak? Does he speak to you?"
"Not a word, my lord. Since he got a little water he"s quite quiet."
"Poor fellow. Where have you put him?"
"In the housekeeper"s lobby, my lord. I rather think he"s a-dying. He looks uncommon bad, and I and Mrs. Esterbroke, the housekeeper, my lord, thought you would not like he should die out of doors."
"Has she got your mistress"s directions?"
"Miss Brandon is not called up, my lord, and Mrs. Esterbroke is unwillin"
to halarm her; so she thought it better I should come for orders to your lordship; which she thinks also the poor young gentleman is certainly a-dying."
"Is there any vacant bed-room near where you have placed him? What does Mrs. ---- the housekeeper, say?"
"She thinks, my lord, the room hopposit, where Mr. Sledd, the architeck, slep, when "ere, would answer very nice. It is roomy and hairy, and no steps. Major Jackson, who is gone to the town to fetch the doctor, my lord, says Mr. Lake won"t a-bear carriage; and so the room on the level, my lord, would, perhaps, be more convenient."
"Certainly; tell her so. I will speak to Miss Brandon when she comes down. How soon will the doctor be here?"
"From a quarter to half an hour, my lord."
"Then tell the housekeeper to arrange as she proposes, and don"t remove his clothes until the doctor comes. Everyone must a.s.sist. I know, St.
Ange, you"ll like to a.s.sist."
So Larcom withdrew ceremoniously, and Lord Chelford hastened his toilet, and was down stairs, and in the room a.s.signed by the housekeeper to the ill-starred Captain Lake, before Doctor Buddle had arrived.
It had already the dismal character of a sick chamber. Its light was darkened; its talk was in whispers; and its to-ings and fro-ings on tip-toe. An obsolete chambermaid had been already installed as nurse.
Little Mrs. Esterbroke, the housekeeper, was fussing hither and thither about the room noiselessly.
So this gay, astute man of fashion had fallen into the dungeon of sudden darkness, and the custody of old women; and lay helpless in the stocks, awaiting the judgment of Buddle. Ridiculous little pudgy Buddle--how awful on a sudden are you grown--the interpreter of death in this very case. "_My_ case," thought that seemingly listless figure on the bed; "_my_ case--I suppose it _is_ fatal--I am to go out of this room in a long cloth-covered box. I am going to try, alone and for ever, the value of those theories of futurity and the unseen which I have quietly scouted all my days. Oh, that the prophet Buddle were here, to end my tremendous suspense, and to announce a reprieve from Heaven."
While the wounded captain lay on the bed, with his clothes on, and the coverlet over him, and that clay-coloured apathetic face, with closed eyes, upon the pillow, without sigh or motion, not a whispered word escaped him; but his brain was appalled, and his heart died within him in the unspeakable horror of death.
Lord Chelford, too, having looked on Lake with silent, but awful misgivings, longed for the arrival of the doctor; and was listening and silent when Buddle"s short step and short respiration were heard in the pa.s.sage. So Larcom came to the door to announce the doctor in a whisper, and Buddle fussed into the room, and made his bow to Lord Chelford, and his brief compliments and condolences.
"Not asleep?" he enquired, standing by the bed.
The captain"s lips moved a disclaimer, I suppose, but no sound came.
So the doctor threw open the window-shutters, and clipped Stanley Lake"s exquisite coat ruthlessly through with his scissors, and having cleared the room of all useless hands, he made his examination.
It was a long visit. Buddle in the hall afterwards declined breakfast--he had a board to attend. He told Lord Chelford that the case was "a very nasty one."
In fact, the chances were against the captain, and he, Buddle, would wish a consultation with a London surgeon--whoever Lord Chelford lead most confidence in--Sir Francis Seddley, he thought, would be very desirable--but, of course, it was for the family to decide. If the messenger caught the quarter to eleven up train at Dollington, he would be in London at six, and could return with the doctor by the down mail train, and so reach Dollington at ten minutes past four next morning, which would answer, as he would not operate sooner.
As the doctor toddled towards Gylingden, with sympathetic Major Tackson by his side, before they entered the town they were pa.s.sed by one of the Brandon men riding at a hard canter for Dollington.
"London?" shouted the doctor, as the man touched his hat in pa.s.sing.
"Yes, Sir."
"Glad o" that," said the major, looking after him.
"So am I," said the learned Buddle. "I don"t see how we"re to get the bullet out of him, without mischief. Poor devil, I"m afraid he"ll do no good."
The ladies that morning had tea in their rooms. It was near twelve o"clock when Lord Chelford saw Miss Brandon. She was in the conservatory amongst her flowers, and on seeing him stepped into the drawing-room.
"I hope, Dorcas, you are not angry with me. I"ve been, I"m afraid, very impertinent; but I was called on to decide for you, in your absence, and they all thought poor Lake could not be moved on to Gylingden without danger."
"You did quite rightly, Chelford, and I thank you," said Miss Brandon, coldly; and she seated herself, and continued--