“Come, sir, be honest, and own that the delusion arose from
yourself,--yes, from yourself. It was in perceiving the courteous
delicacy with which you declined a fee that he conceived this flattering
notion of us; but go back to him, doctor, and say it is a pure mistake;
that his breakfast will cost him one shilling, and his dinner two; the
price of a boat to fetch him up to Thomastown is half a crown, and that
the earlier he orders one the better. Listen to me, sir,” said she, and
her lips trembled with passion,--“listen to me, while I speak of this
for the first and last time. Whenever my brother, recurring to what he
once was, has been emboldened to treat a passing stranger as his guest,
the choice has been so judiciously exercised as to fall upon one who
could respect the motive and not resent the liberty; but never till
this moment has it befallen us to be told that the possibility--the bare
possibility--of such a presumption should be met by a declaration of
refusal. Go back, then, to your patient, sir; assure him that he is at
an inn, and that he has the right to be all that his purse and his want
of manners can insure him.”
“Dear lady, I'm, maybe, a bad negotiator.”
“I trust sincerely, sir, you are a better doctor.”
“Nothing on earth was further from my mind than offence--”
“Very possibly, sir; but, as you are aware, blisters will occasionally
act with all the violence of caustics, so an irritating theme may be
pressed at a very inauspicious moment. My cares as a hostess are not in
very good favor with me just now. Counsel your young charge to a change
of air, and I 'll think no more of the matter.”
Had it been a queen who had spoken, the doctor could not more palpably
have felt that his audience had terminated, and his only duty was to
withdraw.
And so he did retire, with much bowing and graciously smiling, and
indicating, by all imaginable contortions, gratitude for the past and
humility forever.
I rejoice that I am not obliged to record as history the low but fervent
mutterings that fell from his lips as he closed the door after him,
and by a gesture of menace showed his feelings towards her he had just
quitted. “Insolent old woman!” he burst out as he went along, “how can
she presume to forget a station that every incident of her daily life
recalls? In the rank she once held, and can never return to, such
manners would be an outrage; but I 'll not endure it again. It is your
last triumph, Miss Dinah; make much of it.” Thus sustained by a very
Dutch courage,--for this national gift can come of passion as well as
drink,--he made his way to his patient's presence, smoothing his
brow, as he went, and recalling the medico-chimrgical serenity of his
features.
“I have not done much, but I have accomplished something,” said he,
blandly. “I am at a loss to understand what they mean by introducing
all these caprices into their means of life; but, assuredly, it will not
attract strangers to the house.”
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