Christian fiction; Future life -- Fiction; Spiritualism -- Fiction
The full force of the situation was beginning to fall upon me. The
inspector had put a not unnatural interpretation upon my condition; he
thought so little of a gentleman who had dined too freely; it was a
perfectly normal incident in his experience. He had mistaken the
character of the stupor caused by my accident, and left me in that
office for a drunken man. The fact that he was not accustomed to view
me in such a light in itself probably explained the originality of his
method. We were on pleasant terms. Drayton was a good fellow. Who
knew better than he what would be the professional significance of the
circumstance that Dr. Thorne was seen intoxicated down town at
midnight? The city would ring with it in twelve hours, and it would
not be for me, though I had been the most popular doctor in town, to
undo the deed of that slander, if once it so much as lifted its
invisible hand against the proud and pure reputation in whose shelter I
lived and laboured, and had been suffered to become what we call
"eminent." It was possible, too, that the inspector had some human
regard for my family in this matter, and reasoned that to spare them
the knowledge of my supposed disgrace was the truest kindness wherewith
it was in his power to serve me. He meant to leave me where I was and
as I was to sleep it off till morning. He would return in good season
and release me quietly, and nobody the wiser but the watchman; who
could be feed. This was plainly the purpose and the programme.
But Helen--
I returned to the table near which I had been sitting, and took the
office chair again, and tried, like a reasonable creature, to calm
myself.
What would Helen think by this time? I looked about the office
stupidly. At first the dreary scene presented few details to me; but
after a time they took on the precision and permanence which trifles
acquire in emergencies. The gas was not lighted, but I could see with
considerable ease, owing to the overwrought brain condition. It
occurred to me that I saw like a cat or a medium; I noted this, as
indicative of a certain remedy; and then it further occurred to me that
I might as well doctor myself, having nothing better to do; and plainly
there was something wrong. I therefore put my hand in my pocket for my
case. It was gone.
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