The Royal Regiment, and Other NovelettesGrant, James
History
The Royal Regiment, and Other Novelettes
Grant, James
Scotland -- Fiction; Scotland -- History, Military -- Fiction
"Bob--Bob Asher!" said I, in a faint voice, and he started at once to
my bedside; and from him I got a history of how ill I had been, and
how he had been my chief attendant; how sore trials had come upon
himself, and that, by his father's failure, he was at the lowest ebb
now for funds, but had betaken himself to study, and meant to pass
now.
"But who the deuce is this Gertrude of whom you have been raving for
weeks past? Not she 'of Wyoming'--eh, Fred?"
I told him my story, and he was excessively indignant.
"Why, death alive!" said he, "Chalcot is only a baronet, and in the
civil line of precedence--that is pretty like a full corporal in the
army--the second round of the long ladder of rank. I'd have chucked
the old beggar over his own window!"
"Not if you loved his daughter, Bob," said I mournfully.
"Well, no, perhaps."
"And you are reading up?"
"Hard, Fred. I am doing the 'Modified Examination' in pharmacy, and
think I shall pass now."
I had been three months ill. Three months! Bob told me that the
Chalcots' town house was still shut up, and no one knew in what part
of the Continent they were travelling. Our separation seemed
confirmed now. The dread of never again beholding that sweet face,
with the bright eyes and the pretty crape bonnet, grew strong within
me, and the idea that she might already have become the wife of
another added to my torture of mind.
But lack of funds compelled me bestir myself anon, and through Bob's
kind offices, and my own known skill while attending in the
hospitals, I was fortunate enough to obtain temporary employment with
Professor Sir ---- ----, then the most celebrated anatomical lecturer
in England, as an under demonstrator, my duties, as I may inform the
uninitiated, consisting to a great extent in the preparation of the
various subjects for minute dissection prior to his lectures; and
during the hot weather in London, I know of no task more nauseous,
repulsive, or typhoid in its chances and nature. However, such work
is as necessary for the progress of science and the conservation of
life and health in others as the terrible task of procuring the
necessary subjects was then--when the tables of anatomical theatres
and dissecting-rooms depended mostly, if not solely, on the results
of felony--often of murder--and the abduction of the tenants of the
tear-bedewed grave--an abduction in many instances, happily, never
known to relatives.
The duties assigned to me at the rooms of Sir ---- ---- brought me in
contact, under cloud of night, with wretches whose character was
revolting, and caused me to shudder. Scores of bodies were brought
me--valued at from five to twenty guineas each.
Use and wont is everything, and by me at that time they were viewed
as coolly and callously as we may the fish that lie on marble slabs
in the curer's window.
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