Englefield Grange; or, Mary Armstrong's TroublesPaull, H. B., Mrs.
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Englefield Grange; or, Mary Armstrong's Troubles
Paull, H. B., Mrs.
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Mrs. St. Clair had listened to this plain straightforward description of
her daughter's and grandson's deliverer and his antecedents with very
conflicting sensations. She had hoped to be able personally to show her
deep sense of gratitude to this gentleman, who had risked his own life
for her child; but now, how could she do so? She had been brought up to
consider persons in trade far inferior to herself, and the doctor's
account seemed to place this stranger at such an immeasurable distance,
and yet how could she relieve herself from such a debt of gratitude?
During the pause that ensued, Dr. Anson examined and questioned his
patient, and having received satisfactory answers, was about to take his
leave, when Mrs. St. Clair's voice arrested his movements.
"Dr. Anson, we can never really repay this person the debt of gratitude
we owe him, but as he is in trade, do you think he would accept a sum of
money; something handsome, I mean! I am sure my son-in-law, Sir James
Elston, would readily advance it in such a case."
"Mamma!"
"Madam!"
The words burst forth almost simultaneously from Mrs. Herbert and the
doctor. The former gave up her right to speak to the doctor, who
exclaimed--
"My friend Mr. Edward Armstrong is not only a man of large property, but
of refined and intellectual tastes, and can boast of an education far
beyond the generality of farmers' sons. I could not----"
"Oh, pray pardon me!" interrupted Mrs. St. Clair, greatly surprised at
the doctor's vehemence, "but when you spoke of your friend as a man of
business, I supposed him to be what a tradesman generally is."
"Mrs. St. Clair," said the doctor, "England is becoming proud of her
commerce, and the young people of the present age may live to see the
time when, like the ancients of old, 'her princes will be merchants,' as
well as men of intellect, refinement, and education. At all events, my
dear madam, give your daughters an opportunity to thank this gentleman
for risking his life on their behalf; personally, I am quite sure, he
will expect this, and consider it cancels all obligations. If you see
him you can judge for yourselves. Good morning, ladies. Don't excite
yourself, my dear," he continued, more gently, as he shook hands with
his patient; "your constitution has received a shock, and you must be
careful."
"I will, doctor, I promise you," she said, "but I may go into the
drawing-room with mamma and Helen to receive the visitor?"
"Of course--of course," he replied, "but remember, you are not to talk
too much."
For some minutes after Dr. Anson left the room silence reigned supreme:
Mrs. St. Clair could not at once recover from the surprise at being thus
set down by her own medical man; indeed, she looked so disconcerted that
Helen could not resist the merry laugh that broke the silence.
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