The Romance of the Forest, interspersed with some pieces of poetry.Radcliffe, Ann Ward
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The Romance of the Forest, interspersed with some pieces of poetry.
Radcliffe, Ann Ward
Gothic fiction
Towards evening the surgeon again made his appearance; and having passed
some time with his patient, returned to the parlour, according to the
desire of Adeline, to inform her of his condition. He answered Adeline's
inquiries with great solemnity. It is impossible to determine positively
at present. Madam, but I have reason to adhere to the opinion I gave you
this morning. I am not apt indeed, to form opinions upon uncertain
grounds--I will give you a singular instance of this:
It is not above a fortnight since I was sent for to a patient at some
leagues distance: I was from home when the messenger arrived, and the
case being urgent, before I could reach the patient another physician
was consulted, who had ordered such medicines as he thought proper, and
the patient had been apparently relieved by them. His friends were
congratulating themselves upon his improvement when I arrived, and had
agreed in opinion with the physician that there was no danger in his
case. Depend upon it, said I, you are mistaken; these medicines cannot
have relieved him; the patient is in the utmost danger. The patient
groaned; but my brother physician persisted in affirming that the
remedies he had prescribed would not only be certain, but speedy, some
good effect having been already produced by them. Upon this I lost all
patience; and adhering to my opinion, that these effects were fallacious
and the case desperate, I assured the patient himself that his life was
in the utmost danger. I am not one of those, Madam, who deceive their
patients to the last moment;--but you shall hear the conclusion.
My brother physician was, I suppose, enraged by the firmness of my
opposition, for he assumed a most angry look, which did not in the least
affect me, and turning to the patient, desired he would decide upon
which of our opinions to rely, for he must decline acting with me. The
patient did me the honour, pursued the surgeon with a smile of
complacency and smoothing his ruffles, to think more highly of me than,
perhaps, I deserved, for he immediately dismissed my opponent. I could
not have believed, said he, as the physician left the room--I could not
have believed that a man who has been so many years in the profession
could be so wholly ignorant of it.
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