Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
On these occasions, the doctor, while he kept the open street, got on
swimmingly; but the dark and somewhat tortuous staircase which he had to
ascend to reach his domicile--the said domicile being on the third
flat--used to annoy him sadly. When very much overcome, as, we grieve to
say it, the doctor very frequently was, the labour it cost him to make
out the three stairs was very serious. It was long protracted, too; it
took him an immense time; for, conscious of his unsteady condition, he
climbed slowly and deliberately, but we cannot add quietly; for his
shuffling, kicking, and blowing, to which he frequently added a muttered
objurgation or two on missing a step, as he struggled up the dark stair,
were distinctly audible to the whole land. By merely listening, they
could trace his whole progress with the utmost accuracy, from the moment
he entered the close, until the slam of a door announced that the doctor
was housed. They could hear him pass along the close--they could hear
him commence his laborious ascent--they could hear him struggling
upwards, and, anon, the point of his boot striking against a step, which
he had taken more surely than necessary--they could hear him gain the
landing-place at his own door, signified by a peculiar shuffle, which
almost seemed to express the intelligence that a great work had been
accomplished--they could hear the doctor fumbling amongst his keys and
loose coin for his check-key, and again fumbling with this check-key
about its aperture in the door, the hitting of the latter being a
tedious and apparently most difficult achievement--and, lastly, they
could hear the door flung to with great violence, announcing the finale
of the doctor's progress.
Over and above the more ordinary and obvious difficulties attending the
doctor's ascent on such occasions, and under such circumstances as those
of which we speak, there was one of a peculiar and particularly annoying
nature. This was the difficulty he found in discriminating his own
landing-place from the others,--a difficulty which was greatly increased
by the entire similarity of all the landing-places on the stair, the
doors in all of which were perfect counterparts of each other, and stood
exactly in the same relative positions. This difficulty often nonplussed
him sadly; but he at length fell upon a method of overcoming it, and of
ensuring his making attempts on no door but his own. He counted the
landing-places as he gained them, pausing a second or two on each to
draw breath, and impress its number on his memory,--one, two, three,
then out with the check-key.
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