It was with no thought of practising his profession that Dr. Lendrick
had settled in the neighborhood; but as he was always ready to assist
the poor by his advice and skill, and as the reputation of his great
ability gradually got currency, he found himself constrained to yield
to the insistence of his neighbors, and consent to practise generally.
There were many things which made this course unpalatable to him. He was
by nature shy, timid, and retiring; he was fastidiously averse to a new
acquaintanceship; he had desired, besides, to live estranged from the
world, devoting himself entirely to the education of his children; and
he neither liked the forced publicity he became exposed to, nor that
life of servitude which leaves the doctor at the hourly mercy of the
world around him.
If he yielded, therefore, to the professional calls upon him, he
resisted totally all social claims: he went nowhere but as the doctor.
No persuasion, no inducement, could prevail on him to dine out; no
exigency of time or season prevent him returning to his home at night.
There were in his neighborhood one or two persons whose rank might have,
it was supposed, influenced him in some degree to comply with their
requests,--and, certainly, whose desire for his society would have
left nothing undone to secure it; but he was as obdurate to them as
to others, and the Earl of Drum-carran and Sir Reginald Lacy, of Lacy
Manor, were not a whit more successful in their blandishments than the
Vicar of Killaloe--old Bob Mills, as he was irreverently called--or
Lendrick's own colleague, Dr. Tobin, who, while he respected his
superior ability and admitted his knowledge, secretly hated him as only
a rival doctor knows how to hate a brother practitioner.
For the first time for many years had Dr. Lendrick gone up to Dublin.
A few lines from an old family physician, Dr. Beattie, had, however,
called him up to town. The Chief Baron had been taken ill in Court, and
was conveyed home in a state of insensibility. It was declared that he
had rallied and passed a favorable night; but as he was a man of very
advanced age, at no time strong, and ever unsparing of himself in the
arduous labors of his office, grave doubts were felt that he would
ever again resume his seat on the Bench. Dr. Beattie well knew the long
estrangement that had separated the father from the son; and although,
perhaps, the most intimate friend the Judge had in the world, he never
had dared to interpose a word or drop a hint as to the advisability of
reconciliation.
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