London (England) -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
“Well, sir, are you beginning to feel like yourself again?” He was
mixing a composing draught, while he addressed Amelius in those terms.
“You may trust that poor wretch, who has just left us, to take care of
the sick girl,” he went on, in the quaintly familiar manner which seemed
to be habitual with him. “I don’t ask how you got into her company--it’s
no business of mine. But I am pretty well acquainted with the people in
my neighbourhood; and I can tell you one thing, in case you’re anxious.
The woman who brought you here, barring the one misfortune of her life,
is as good a creature as ever breathed; and the other one who lives with
her is the same. When I think of what they’re exposed to--well! I take
to my pipe, and compose my mind in that way. My early days were all
passed as a ship’s surgeon. I could get them both respectable employment
in Australia, if I only had the money to fit them out. They’ll die in
the hospital, like the rest, if something isn’t done for them. In my
hopeful moments, I sometimes think of a subscription. What do you say?
Will you put down a few shillings to set the example?”
“I will do more than that,” Amelius answered. “I have reasons for
wishing to befriend both those two poor women; and I will gladly engage
to find the outfit.”
The familiar old doctor held out his hand over the counter. “You’re
a good fellow, if ever there was one yet!” he burst out. “I can show
references which will satisfy you that I am not a rogue. In the mean
time, let’s see what is the matter with this little girl; you can tell
me about her as we go along.” He put his bottle of medicine in his
pocket, and his arm in the arm of Amelius--and so led the way out.
When they reached the wretched lodging-house in which the women lived,
he suggested that his companion would do well to wait at the door. “I’m
used to sad sights: it would only distress you to see the place. I won’t
keep you long waiting.”
He was as good as his word. In little more than ten minutes, he joined
Amelius again in the street.
“Don’t alarm yourself,” he said. “The case is not so serious as it
looks. The poor child is suffering under a severe shock to the brain and
nervous system, caused by that sudden and violent distress you hinted
at. My medicine will give her the one thing she wants to begin with--a
good night’s sleep.”
Amelius asked when she would be well enough to see him.
“Ah, my young friend, it’s not so easy to say, just yet! I could answer
you to better purpose tomorrow. Won’t that do? Must I venture on a rash
opinion? She ought to be composed enough to see you in three or four
days. And, when that time comes, it’s my belief you will do more than I
can do to set her right again.”
Amelius was relieved, but not quite satisfied yet. He inquired if it was
not possible to remove her from that miserable place.
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