Abduction -- Fiction; Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Restoration, 1660-1688 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
“Much depends upon that. But more--indeed all--upon God, my friend.” He
spoke to Holles as to a husband, for that, indeed, was the relationship
in which he conceived him to stand to the afflicted lady. “If
suppuration of that swelling can be induced, recovery is possible. More
I cannot say. To induce that suppuration infinite pains and tireless
labour may be necessary.”
“She may depend on that,” said Holles.
The physician nodded. “Nurses,” he added slowly, “are scarce and
difficult to procure. I will do my best to find you one as soon as
possible. Until then you will have to depend entirely upon yourself.”
“I am ready.”
“And in any case the law does not allow you to leave this house until
you can receive a certificate of health--which cannot be until one
month after her recovery or....” He broke off, leaving the alternative
unnamed, and added hurriedly: “That is Sir John Lawrence’s wise
provision for checking the spread of the infection.”
“I am aware of it and of my position,” said Holles.
“So much the better, then. And now, my friend, there is no time to
lose. Speed in applying remedies is often all. She must be brought as
quickly as may be into a free and full perspiration and for that she
must be got to bed without delay. If her life is to be saved, you must
get to work at once.”
“Tell me but what to do, sir.”
“Not only that; I come prepared to leave you all that you will require.”
He produced a bulky package from his pocket, and, beckoning Holles
to the table, there opened it, and enumerated the lesser packages it
contained and the purposes of each.
“Here is a stimulating ointment with which you will rub the swelling
in the armpit every two hours. Thereafter you will apply to it a
poultice of mallows, linseed, and palm oil. Here is mithridate, of
which you will administer a dose as an alexipharmic, and two hours
later you will give her a posset drink of Canary and spirits of
sulphur. The spirits of sulphur are here. Make a fire of sea-coal in
her bedroom, and heap all available blankets upon her, that she may
throw out as much as may be of the poison in perspiring.
“For to-night, if you do that, you will have done all that can be done.
I shall return very early in the morning, and we will then consider
further measures.”
He turned to the examiner: “You have heard, sir?”
The man nodded. “I’ve already bidden the constable send a watchman. He
will be here by now and I’ll see the house closed when we go forth.”
“It but remains, then,” said the doctor, “to have the lady put to bed.
Then I will take my leave of you until to-morrow.”
This, however, was a service the lady was still able to perform
for herself. When Holles, disregarding the physician’s aid, had,
single-handed, carried her to the room above, she recovered
sufficiently to demand that she should be left to herself; and, despite
her obvious weakness, Dr. Beamish concurred that to permit her to have
her own way in the matter would be to make the more speed in the end.
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