Mary Seaham: A Novel. Volume 2 of 3Grey, Mrs. (Elizabeth Caroline)
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Mary Seaham: A Novel. Volume 2 of 3
Grey, Mrs. (Elizabeth Caroline)
Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Mate selection -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
BYRON.
A week passed thus, and at the close, Eustace was not only permitted to
leave his bed, but was removed during the day to a lower room, opening
upon an enclosed court, into which, though still feeble, he was
permitted to stroll at his pleasure, undisturbed by the sight or
presence of any of the wretched inmates of the establishment. Here his
proud form at length one day confronted the doctor; and as he drew near,
to inquire after his patient, Eustace thus accosted him:
"Having so far recovered, Doctor, I suppose you will now be so good as
to satisfy my mind by answering a few questions I am naturally anxious
to put to you. First of all, how long may I have remained in that house
before I became conscious of being chained up like a wild beast in his
den?"
"My dear Sir, it is our practice never to allow our patients to agitate
or excite themselves by any discussion upon the subject of their late
illnesses; but I may tell you so far, that you came under my charge here
the night before the day from which I may date the period of your
convalescence."
"And in what state was I conveyed here? I now seem to have some slight
recollection of feeling myself borne along in a carriage; but it is all
confused like the rest."
"No doubt, Sir; but your question I must beg to decline answering: it is
one of those which are forbidden."
"And by whose authority was I committed to this place, may I be
permitted to inquire _that_?"
The doctor hesitated, but looking on his patient, there was something in
his countenance and demeanour which seemed to exert its due weight on
one--the secret of whose profession was influence over others, and a
thorough knowledge of the workings of the countenances of those with
whom they have to deal.
"By the proper authorities in such cases, Sir--the certificates of two
medical practitioners and your near relation."
"My father, I conclude?"
"No, Sir; the party who stood forward on this occasion, was your
brother."
"My brother!"
Those words were repeated as if with them a weight of lead had fallen on
the listener's heart, and stunned it.
Eustace Trevor stood transfixed for a moment, in silent thought; then
turning from the doctor's inquisitive gaze, took two or three turns
along the grass, with folded arms, and head sunk low upon his bosom.
At last he paused, and stood once more before the doctor, who still
remained steadfastly regarding him.
"I suppose, at any rate, that now, Sir, there can be no reason for my
remaining any longer under your charge?"
"I hope, indeed, Mr. Trevor, that there may be but a very little time
necessary."
"_Necessary!_ No, I should think not. To-night, Sir, it is my wish to
leave your establishment."
The doctor smiled soothingly.
"Come, my dear Sir, not quite so fast as all that--you are not
quite--quite well yet."
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