Harper's New Monthly Magazine: No. XVI.—September, 1851—Vol. III.Various
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine: No. XVI.—September, 1851—Vol. III.
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"I call by appointment," said the boy testily, as the servant stood
irresolute. The man gave way. "Master is just called out to a patient;
please to wait, sir;" and he showed him into the little parlor. In a few
moments two other patients were admitted. These were women, and they
began talking very loud. They disturbed Leonard's unsocial thoughts. He
saw that the door into the Doctor's receiving-room was half open, and,
ignorant of the etiquette which holds such _penetralia_ as sacred, he
walked in to escape from the gossips. He threw himself into the Doctor's
own well-worn chair, and muttered to himself, "Why did he tell me to
come?--What new can he think of for me? And if a favor, should I take
it? He has given me the means of bread by work; that is all I have a
right to ask from him, from any man--all I should accept."
While thus soliloquizing, his eye fell on a letter lying open on the
table. He started. He recognized the handwriting--the same as the letter
which had inclosed £50 to his mother--the letter of his grand-parents.
He saw his own name: he saw something more--words that made his heart
stand still, and his blood seem like ice in his veins. As he thus stood
aghast, a hand was laid on the letter, and a voice, in an angry growl,
muttered, "How dare you come into my room, and be reading my letters?
Er--r--r!"
Leonard placed his own hand on the Doctor's firmly, and said in a fierce
tone, "This letter relates to me--belongs to me--crushes me. I have seen
enough to know that. I demand to read all--learn all."
The Doctor looked round, and seeing the door into the waiting-room still
open, kicked it to with his foot, and then said, under his breath, "What
have you read? Tell me the truth."
"Two lines only, and I am called--I am called,"--Leonard's frame shook
from head to foot, and the veins on his forehead swelled like cords. He
could not complete the sentence. It seemed as if an ocean was rolling up
through his brain, and roaring in his ears. The Doctor saw, at a glance,
that there was physical danger in his state, and hastily and soothingly
answered, "Sit down, sit down--calm yourself--you shall know all--read
all--drink this water;" and he poured into a tumbler of the pure liquid
a drop or two from a tiny phial.
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