The Faith Doctor: A Story of New YorkEggleston, Edward
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The Faith Doctor: A Story of New York
Eggleston, Edward
New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
"Yes, to be sure; that's the way that the mesmerists and magnetizers,
and the new faith-cure people work their cures largely. They enlist the
will, and they do some good. They often help chronic invalids whom the
doctors have failed to benefit."
Dr. Gunstone had his hand on Phillida's wrist, and he could not
conjecture why her pulse increased rapidly at this point in the
conversation. But he went on:
"Have you really tried to get well? Have you wanted to get well as soon
as possible?"
"On mama's account I ought to wish to get well," she said.
"But you are young and you have much happiness before you. Don't you
wish to get well on your own account?"
Phillida shook her head despondently.
"Now, my child, I am an old man and your doctor. May I ask whether you
are engaged to be married?"
"No, doctor, I am not," said Phillida, trying to conjecture why he asked
this question.
"Have you been engaged?"
"Yes," said Phillida.
"And the engagement was broken off?"
"Yes."
"Recently?"
"Yes, rather recently. This last winter."
"Now, tell me as your doctor, whether or not the circumstances connected
with that interruption of your love-affair have depressed you--have made
you not care much about living?"
Phillida's "I suppose they have" was almost inaudible.
"Now, my child, you must not let these things weigh upon you. The world
will not always look dark. Try to see it more lightly. I think you must
go away. You must have a change of scene and you must see people. I will
find your mother. Good-morning, Miss Callender."
And with that the doctor shook hands in his half-sympathetic,
half-reserved manner, and went out into the hall.
Mrs. Callender, who was waiting at the top of the stairs, came down and
encountered him.
"May I see you alone a moment?" said the doctor, looking at his watch,
which always seemed to go too fast to please him.
Mrs. Callender led the way to the basement dining-room, below, beckoning
Agatha, who sat there, to go up to her sister.
"Mrs. Callender, there is in your daughter's case an interrupted love
affair which is depressing her health, and which may cut short her life.
Do you think that the engagement is broken off for all time, or is it
but a tiff?"
"I hardly know, doctor. My daughter is a peculiar person; she is very
good, but with ideas of her own. We hardly understand the cause of the
disagreement--or why she still refuses to see the young man."
"Has the young man shown any interest in Miss Callender since the
engagement ceased?"
"He has called here several times during her sickness to inquire, and he
sent a note this morning asking to see her. She has declined to see him,
while expressing a great esteem for him."
"That's bad. You do not regard him as an objectionable person?"
"Oh, no; quite the contrary."
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