The Hampstead mystery: a novel. Volume 3 (of 3)Marryat, Florence
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The Hampstead mystery: a novel. Volume 3 (of 3)
Marryat, Florence
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‘You’re the dearest wife a man ever had,’ replied her husband, kissing
her pretty face, ‘and I thank you very much. Your plan is an excellent
one, if I can only get Hal to accede to it. He will make all sorts of
excuses about the business, of course, but I will not leave him alone
until he consents to take a change. If it were only for a few weeks, it
would be better than nothing.’
‘Artie, dear, take my advice and don’t speak to Henry about it first.
Go and see Hannah. She is a sensible woman, and you can tell her all
the doctor said, and enlist her on your side. She loves her husband--I
am sure of that--and will be delighted to second any plan that is for
his benefit.’
‘Yes, dear, you are right again. To gain Hannah’s consent will be
gaining another ally. We shall be three against one. Henry must yield
to us then. I will go over and speak to her to-morrow morning. You have
lifted a load off my mind, Edith. I feel as if we must succeed now.’
Accordingly, the following morning, as Hannah was sitting at home, with
little Wally playing at her feet, her brother-in-law was announced. Her
first thought was to make some excuse for her husband’s behaviour of
the night before.
‘Oh, Arthur, I am glad to be able to speak to you alone,’ she
commenced. ‘It shocked me that poor Henry was so irritable last
evening. Your friend must have thought he was insane. But that is the
worst part about his illness. You can never be certain of him for ten
minutes together. What did Doctor Govan think of such an outburst? What
did he say?’
‘He didn’t say much, Hannah. You see, he is a medical man and used to
such things.’
‘But it made me feel so ashamed,’ continued the wife, with the
suspicious moisture in her eyes, ‘and I hope you will not think me
ungracious, Arthur, if I ask you not to bring any more of your friends
here without giving us notice. Henry had been irritable all the
afternoon, and if I had known a stranger was coming, I should have
coaxed him to go to bed before you arrived.’
‘I am very glad you didn’t, Hannah, for I am going to tell you a
secret. Doctor Govan is no friend of mine. I never set eyes on him
till yesterday morning. I brought him here expressly that he should see
Henry in his own home, and be able to report on his health, without his
being aware he was examined by an expert.’
‘An expert!’ exclaimed Hannah, paling. ‘What do you mean?’
‘A specialist, then, if you prefer the term--anyway, a medical man who
is at the top of the tree.’
‘But why--why?’ she said, with a startled gaze.
‘Because I felt very much alarmed about his condition. His conduct
at the theatre the other night, joined to his altered manners and
appearance, all combined to make me think that he must have had some
shock to addle his brain. Hannah, don’t be angry, but Henry has behaved
to me, ever since I came home, like nothing short of a madman, and it
made me very uneasy about him.’
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