A servant entered at this moment and presented a note to the doctor, who
read it hastily and handed it to Lendrick. It ran thus:--
“Dear Dr. Beattie,--The Chief Baron has had an unfavorable turn, partly
brought on by excitement. Lose no time in coming here; and believe me,
yours sincerely,
“CONSTANTIA LENDRICK.”
“They've had a quarrel; I knew they would. I did my best to prevent
their meeting; but I saw he would not go out of the world without a
scene. As he said last night, 'I mean her to hear my “charge.” She must
listen to my charge, Beattie;' and I 'd not be astonished if this charge
were to prove his own sentence.”
“Go to him at once, Beattie; and if it be at all possible, if you can
compass it in any way, let me see him once again. Take these with you;
who knows but their bright faces may plead better than words for us?”
and thus saying, he gave him the miniatuies; and overcome with emotion
he could not control, turned away and left the room.
CHAPTER III. A DIFFICULT PATIENT
As Dr. Beattie drove off with all speed to the Chief Baron's house,
which lay about three miles from the city, he had time to ponder as he
went over his late interview. “Tom Lendrick,” as he still called him
to himself, he had known as a boy, and ever liked him. He had been a
patient, studious, gentle-tempered lad, desirous to acquire knowledge,
without any of that ambition that wants to make the knowledge
marketable. To have gained a professorship would have appeared to have
been the very summit of his ambition, and this rather as a quiet retreat
to pursue his studies further than as a sphere wherein to display his
own gifts. Anything more unlike that bustling, energetic, daring spirit,
his father, would be hard to conceive. Throughout his whole career
at the bar, and in Parliament, men were never quite sure what that
brilliant speaker and most indiscreet talker would do next. Men secured
his advocacy with a half misgiving whether they were doing the very best
or the very worst for success. Give him difficulties to deal with, and
he was a giant; let all go smoothly and well, and he would hunt up
some crotchet,--some obsolete usage,--a doubtful point, that in its
discussion very frequently led to the damage of his client's cause, and
the defeat of his suit.
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