CHAPTER VII Mary had contrived to quiet her lover with considerable propriety of demeanor. Then came on her the somewhat harder task of quieting herself. Young ladies on the whole are perhaps quite as susceptible of the softer feelings as young gentlemen are. Now Frank Gresham was handsome, amiable, by no means a fool and intellect, excellent in heart, and he was more over a gentleman, being the son of Mr. Gresham of Gresham's free. Mary had been, as it were, brought up to love him. Had ought but good happened to him, she would have cried as for her brother. It must not therefore be supposed that when Frank Gresham told her he loved her, she had heard it altogether unconcerned. He had not perhaps made his declaration with that propriety of language in which such scenes are generally described as being carried on. Ladies may perhaps think that Mary should have been deterred by the very boyishness of his manner from thinking it all seriously on the subject.  But nevertheless there had been warmth and a reality in it not in itself repulsive. And Mary's anger, anger, no, not anger, her objections to the declarations were probably not based on the absurdity of her lover's language. We are inclined to think that these matters are not always discussed by mortal lovers in the poetically passionate phraseology which is generally thought to be appropriate for their description. A man cannot well describe that which he has never seen or heard, but the absolute words and acts of one such scene did once come to the author's knowledge. The couple were by no means plebeian, or below the proper standard of high bearing and high breeding. They were a handsome pair, living among educated people, sufficiently given to mental pursuits, and in every way what a pair of polite lovers ought to be. The all-important conversation passed in this wise. The sight of the passionate scene was the seashore on which they were walking in autumn. Gentlemen, well, Miss Blank, the long and short of it is this. Here I am. You can take me or leave me. Lady, scratching a gutter on the sand with her parasol, so as to allow a little salt water to run out of one hole into another. Of course I know that's all nonsense. Gentlemen, nonsense! But, Joe, it isn't nonsense at all. Come, Jane, here I am. Come, at any rate, you can say something. Lady, yes, I suppose I can say something. Gentlemen, well, which is it to be? Take me or leave me. Lady, very slowly, and with a voice perhaps hardly articulate, carrying on at the same time her engineering works on a wider scale. Well, I don't exactly want to leave you. And so the matter was settled, settled with much propriety and satisfaction, and both the lady and gentlemen would have thought, had they ever thought about the matter at all, that this, the sweetest moment of their lives, had been graced by all the poetry by which such moments ought to be hallowed. When Mary had, as she thought, properly subdued young Frank, the offer of whose love she, at any rate, knew was, at such a period of his life, an utter absurdity, then she found it necessary to subdue herself. What happiness on earth could be greater than the possession of such a love, had the true possession been justly and honestly within her reach? What man could be more lovable than such a man as would grow from such a boy? And then did she not love him, love him already without waiting for any change? Did she not feel that there was that about him, about him and about herself, too, which might so well fit them for each other? It would be so sweet to be the sister of Beatrice, the daughter of the squire, to belong to Greshamsprey as a part and parcel of itself. But though she could not restrain these thoughts, it never for a moment occurred to her to take Frank's offer in earnest. Though she was a grown woman, he was still a boy. He would have to see the world before he settled in it, and would change his mind about woman half a score of times before he married. Then, too, though she did not like the lady Arabella, she felt that she owed something, if not to her kindness, at least to her forbearance. And she knew, felt inwardly certain, that she would be doing wrong, that the world would say that she was doing wrong, that her uncle would think her wrong if she endeavored to take advantage of what had passed. She had not for an instant doubted, not for a moment had she contemplated it as possible that she should ever become Mrs. Gresham because Frank had offered to make her so. But nevertheless she could not help thinking of what had occurred, of thinking of it most probably much more than Frank did himself. A day or two afterwards, on the evening before Frank's birthday, she was alone with her uncle walking in the garden behind their house, and she then assayed to question him with the object of learning if she were fitted by her birth to be the wife of such a one as Frank Gresham. They were in the habit of walking there together when he happened to be at home of a summer's evening. This was not often the case, for his hours of labor extended much beyond those usual to the upper working world, the hours namely between breakfast and dinner. But those minutes that they did pass together the doctor regarded as perhaps the pleasantest of his life. Uncle said she, after a while, what do you think of this marriage of Mrs. Gresham's? Well, many, such was his name of endearment for her, I can't say I have thought much about it, and I don't suppose anybody else has either. She must think about it, of course, and some must he, I suppose. I'm not so sure of that. Some folks would never get married if they had to trouble themselves with thinking about it. I suppose that's why you never got married, Uncle? Either that or thinking of it too much, one is as bad as the other. Mary had not contrived to get it all near her point as yet, so she had to draw off and after a while began again. Well, I have been thinking about it at any rate, Uncle. That's very good of you. That will save me the trouble and perhaps save Miss Gresham, too, if you have thought it over thoroughly. That will do for all. I believe Mr. Moffat is a man of no family. He'll mend in that point, no doubt, when he has got a wife.   What is Mr. Moffat's family to you and me? Mr. Moffat has that which ranks above family honors. He is a very rich man. Yes, said Mary, I know he is rich, and a rich man I suppose can buy anything except a woman that is worth having. A rich man can buy anything, said the doctor. Not that I meant to say that Mr. Moffat has bought Miss Gresham. I have no doubt that they will suit each other very well, he added with an air of decisive authority as though he had finished the subject. But his niece was determined not to let him pass so. Now, Uncle, she said, you know you are pretending to a great deal of worldly wisdom which, after all, is not wisdom at all in your eyes. Am I? You know you are, and as for the impropriety of discussing Miss Gresham's marriage. I did not say that it was improper. Oh, yes you did. Of course such things must be discussed. How is one to have an opinion if one does not get it by looking at things which happen around us? Now I am going to be blown up, said Dr. Thorn. Dear Uncle, do be serious with me. Well, then seriously, I hope Miss Gresham will be very happy as Mrs. Moffat. Of course you do, so do I. I hope it as much as I can hope what I don't at all see ground for expecting. People constantly hope without any such ground. Well, then I'll hope in this case, but Uncle, well, my dear, I want your opinion truly and really, if you were a girl. I am perfectly unable to give any opinion founded on so strange a hypothesis. Well, but if you were a marrying man, the hypothesis is quite as much out of my way. But Uncle, I am a girl, and perhaps I may marry, or at any rate think of marrying some day. The latter alternative is certainly possible enough. Therefore, in seeing a friend taking such a step, I cannot but speculate on the matter as though I myself were in her place. If I were Miss Gresham, should I be right? But many you are not Miss Gresham. No, I am Mary Thorn. It is a very different thing I know. I suppose I might marry anyone without degrading myself. It was almost ill-natured of her to say this, but she had not meant to say it in the sense which the sound seemed to bear. She had failed in being able to bring her Uncle to the point she wished by the road she had planned, and in seeking another road she had abruptly fallen into unpleasant places. I should be very sorry that my niece should think so, said he, and am sorry too that she should say so. But Mary, to tell the truth, I hardly know at what you are driving. You are, I think, not so clear-minded, certainly not so clear-worded as is usual with you. I will tell you, Uncle, and instead of looking up into his face, she turned her eyes down on the green lawn beneath her feet. Well, many, what is it? And he took both her hands and his. I think that Miss Gresham should not marry Mr. Moffat. I think so because her family is high and noble, and because he is low and ignoble. When one has an opinion on such matters, one cannot but apply it to things and people around one. And, having applied my opinion to her, the next step naturally is to apply it to myself. Where I, Miss Gresham, I would not marry Mr. Moffat, though he rolled in gold. I know where to rank, Miss Gresham. What I want to know is where I ought to rank myself. They had been standing when she commenced her last speech. But as she finished it, the doctor moved on again, and she moved with him. He walked on slowly without answering her, and she, out of her full mind, pursued aloud the tenor of her thoughts. If a woman feels that she would not lower herself by marrying in a rank beneath herself, she ought also to feel that she would not lower a man that she might love by allowing him to marry into a rank beneath his own, that is, to marry her. That does not follow, said the doctor quickly.  Again they were silent, and again they walked on, Mary holding her uncle's arm with both her hands. She was determined, however, to come to the point, and after considering for a while how best she might do it, she ceased to beat any longer about the bush and asked him a plain question. The thorns are as good a family as the Greshams, are they not? In absolute genealogy they are, my dear. That is, when I choose to be an old fool and talk of such matters in a sense different from that in which they are spoken of by the world at large, I may say that the thorns are as good or perhaps better than the Greshams, but I should be sorry to say so seriously to anyone. The Greshams now stand much higher in the county than the thorns do. But they are of the same class. Yes, yes, Wilfred Thorn of Ullathorn, and our friend the Squire here, are of the same class. But uncle, I, and Augusta Gresham, are we of the same class? Well, many, you would hardly have me boast that I am in the same class with the Squire. I, a poor country doctor? You are not answering me fairly, dear uncle, dearest uncle, do you not know that you are not answering me fairly? You know what I mean. Have I a right to call the thorns of Ullathorn my cousins? Mary, Mary, Mary, said he, after a minute's pause, still allowing his arm to hang loose that she might hold it with both her hands. Mary, Mary, Mary, I would that you had spared me this. I could not have spared it to you forever, uncle. I would that you could have done so. I would that you could. It is over now, uncle. It is told now. I will grieve you no more. Dear, dearest, I should love you more than ever now. I would, I would, I would, if that were possible. What should I be but for you? What must I have been but for you? And she threw herself on his breast and clinging with her arms round his neck, kissed his forehead, cheeks, and lips. There was nothing more said than on the subject between them. Mary asked no further question, nor did the doctor volunteer further information. She would have been most anxious to ask about her mother's history that she dared to do so, but she did not dare to ask.  That she was truly a daughter of a brother of the doctor, that she did know. Little as she had heard of her relatives in her early youth, few as had been the words which had fallen from her uncle in her hearing as to her parentage, she did know this, that she was the daughter of Henry Thorn, a brother of the doctor, and a son of the old pre-bendery. Trifling little things that had occurred, accidents which could not be prevented, had told her this, but not a word had ever passed any one's lips as to her mother. The doctor, when speaking of his youth, had spoken of her father, but no one had spoken of her mother. She had long known that she was the child of a Thorn. Now she knew also that she was no cousin of the Thorns of Ullithorn, no cousin at least in the world's ordinary language, no niece indeed of her uncle, unless by his special permission that she should be so. When the interview was over she went up alone to the drawing-room, and there she sat thinking. She had not been there long before her uncle came up to her. He did not sit down, or even take off the hat which he still wore. But coming close to her and still standing he spoke thus, Mary, after what has passed I should be very unjust and very cruel to you not to tell you one thing more than you have now learned. Your mother was unfortunate in much, not in everything, but the world which is often very stern in such matters never judged her to have disgraced herself. I tell you this, my child, in order that you may respect her memory. And so saying he again left her without giving her time to speak a word. What he then told her he had told her in mercy. He felt what must be her feelings when she reflected that she had to blush for her mother, that not only could she not speak of her mother, but that she might hardly think of her with innocence. And to mitigate such sorrow is this, and also to do justice to the woman whom his brother had so wronged, he had forced himself to reveal so much as is stated above. And then he walked slowly by himself backwards and forwards through the garden, thinking of what he had done with reference to this girl, and doubting whether he had done wisely and well. He had resolved when first the little infant was given over to his charge that nothing should be known of her or by her as to her mother. He was willing to devote himself to this orphan child of his brother, this last seedling of his father's house, but he was not willing so to do this as to bring himself in any manner into familiar contact with the Scatchards. He had boasted to himself that he, at any rate, was a gentleman, and that she, if she would live in his house, sit at his table and share his hearth, must be a lady. He would tell no lie about her. He would not to anyone make her out to be ought other or ought better than she was. People would talk about her, of course, only let them not talk to him. He conceived of himself, and the conception was not without due ground, that should any do so, he had that within him which would silence them. He would never claim for this little creature, thus brought into the world without a legitimate position in which to stand. He would never claim for her any station that would not properly be her own. He would make for her a station as best he could, as he might sink or swim, so should she. So he had resolved, but things had arranged themselves, as they often do, rather than been arranged by him. During ten or twelve years no one had heard of Mary Thorn. The memory of Henry Thorn and his tragic death had passed away. The knowledge that an infant had been born whose birth was connected with that tragedy, a knowledge never widely spread, had faded down into utter ignorance. At the end of these twelve years Dr. Thorn had announced that a young niece, a child of a brother long since dead, was coming to live with him. As he had contemplated, no one spoke to him, but some people did no doubt talk among themselves. Whether or not the exact truth was surmised by any it matters not to say, with absolute exactness, probably not. With great approach to it, probably yes. But one person at any rate, no guess whatever was made, no thought relative to Dr. Thorn's niece ever troubled him, no idea that Mary Scatchard had left a child in England ever occurred to him, and that person was Roger Scatchard, Mary's brother. To one friend and only one did the doctor tell the whole truth, and that was to the old squire. I have told you, said the doctor, partly that you may know that the child has no right to mix with your children if you think of such things. Do you, however, see to this, I would rather that no one else should be told. No one else had been told, and the squire had seen to it, by a-customing himself to look at Mary Thorn running about the house with his own children as though she were of the same brood. Indeed the squire had always been fond of Mary, had personally noticed her, and, in the affair of Mademoiselle Laurent, had declared that he would have her placed at once on the bench of magistrates, much to the disgust of Lady Arabella. And so things had gone on and on, and had not been thought of with much downright thinking, till now, when she was one and twenty years of age, his niece came to him, asking Esther her position, and inquiring in what rank of life she was to look for a husband. And so the doctor walked backwards and forwards through the gardens, slowly, thinking now with some earnestness, what if, after all, he had been wrong about his niece? What if, by endeavouring to place her in the position of a lady, he had falsely so placed her, and had robbed her of all legitimate position? What if there was no rank of life to which you could now properly attach yourself? And then, how had it been answered, that plan of his keeping her all to himself? He, Dr. Thorn, was still a poor man. The gift of saving money had not been his. He had ever had a comfortable house for her to live in, and in spite of Drs. Phil Grave's century, rear child, and others, had made from his profession an income sufficient for their joint wants. But he had not done as others do. He had no three or four thousand pounds in the three percents, on which Mary might live in some comfort when he should die. Late in life he had ensured his life for eight hundred pounds, and to that and that only had he to trust for Mary's future maintenance. How had it answered, then, this plan of letting her be unknown to, and undreamed of by, those who were as near to were on her mother's side as he was on the father's? On that side, though there had been utter poverty, there was now absolute wealth. But when he took her to himself, had he not rescued her from the very depths of the lowest misery, from the degradation of the workhouse, from the scorn of honest-born charity children, from the lowest of the world's low conditions? Was she not now the apple of his eye, his one great sovereign comfort, his pride, his happiness, his glory? Was he to make her over, to make any portion of her over to others, if by doing so she might be able to share the wealth as well as the coarse manners and uncouth society of her at present unknown connections? He who would never worship wealth on his own behalf, he who would scorn the idol of gold, and had ever been teaching her to scorn it, was he now to show that his philosophy had all been false as soon as the temptation to do so was put in his way?  It might be very well for him, Dr. Thorne, for him whose career was made, whose name at any rate was his own, for him who had a fixed standing ground in the world. It might be well for him to indulge in large views of a philosophy antagonistic to the world's practice. But had he a right to do it for his niece? What man would marry a girl so placed? For those among whom she might have legitimately found a level, education had now utterly unfitted her. And then he well knew that she would never put out her hand and token of love to any one without telling all she knew and all she surmised as to her own birth. And that question of this evening, had it not been instigated by some appeal to her heart, was there not already within her breast some cause for disquietude which had made her so pertenacious? Why else had she told him then, for the first time, that she did not know where to rank herself? If such an appeal had been made to her, it must have come from young Frank Gresham. What in such case would it behoove him to do? Should he pack up his all, his lancet cases, pestle and mortar, and seek in you fresh grounded in you world, leaving behind a huge triumph to those learned enemies of his, fil grave, century, and rear child? Better that than remain at Gresham's free, at the cost of his child's heart and pride. And so he walked slowly backwards and forwards through his garden, meditating these things painfully enough. End of Chapter 7 Chapter 8 of Dr. Thorn. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Dr. Thorn by Anthony Trollop. Chapter 8. Matrimonial Prospects. It will, of course, be remembered that Mary's interview with the other girls at Gresham's free took place some two or three days subsequently to Frank's generous offer of his hand and heart. Mary had quite made up her mind that the whole thing was to be regarded as a folly, and that it was not to be spoken of to anyone, but yet her heart was sore enough. She was full of pride, and yet she knew she must bow her neck to the pride of others. Being, as she was herself nameless, she could not but feel a stern, unflinching antagonism, the antagonism of a Democrat, to the pretensions of others who were blessed with that of which she had been deprived. She had this feeling, and yet of all the things that she coveted, she most coveted that, for glorying in which she was determined to heap scorn on others. She said to herself proudly that God's handy work was the inner man, the inner woman, the naked creature animated by a living soul, that all other adjuncts were but man's clothing for the creature, all others were the stitched by tailors or contrived by kings.  So to herself she spoke, and yet as she said it, she knew that were she a man, such a man as the heir of Gresham's tree should be, nothing would tempt her to sully her children's blood by mating herself with any one that was base-born. She felt that were she an Augusta Gresham, no, Mr. Moffat, let his wealth be what it might, should win her hand, unless he, too, could tell of family honors and the line of ancestors. And so, with the mind at war with itself, she came forth armed to do battle against the world's prejudices, those prejudices she herself loved so well. And was she to give up her old affections, her feminine loves, because she had found that was a cousin to nobody? Was she no longer to pour out her heart to Beatrice Gresham with all the girlish volubility of an equal? Was she to be severed from patience orial and banished, or rather was she to banish herself from the free place she had maintained in the various youthful female conclaves held within that parish of Gresham's tree? Hitherto what Mary Thorn would say, what Miss Thorn suggested in such a matter, was quite as frequently asked, as any opinion from Augusta Gresham, quite as frequently, unless when a chance that any of the Ducorsi girls were at the house. Was this to be given up? These feelings had grown up among them since they were children, and had not hitherto been questioned among them. Now they were questioned by Mary Thorn. Was she, in fact, to find that her position had been a false one and must be changed? Such had been her feelings when she protested that she would not be Augusta Gresham's spritesmaid, and offered to put her neck beneath Beatrice's foot, when she drove the Lady Margarata out of the room, and gave her own opinion as to the proper grammatical construction of the word humble. Such also had been her feelings when she kept her hands so rigidly to herself, while Frank held the dining-room door open for her to pass through. Patience Oriole, said she to herself, can talk to him of her father and mother, let patience take his hand, let her talk to him, and then not long afterwards she saw that patience did talk to him, and seeing it she walked along silent among some of the old people, and with much effort did prevent a tear from falling down her cheek. But why was the tear in her eye?  Had she not said so while she had yet reasoned to hope that her blood was as good as his own? Had she not seen at a glance that his love-tire-aid was worthy of ridicule and of no other notice? And yet there was a tear now in her eye, because this boy, whom she had scolded from her, whose hand offered in pure friendship she had just refused, because he, so rebuffed by her, had carried his fun and gallantry to one who would be less cross to him? She could hear as she was walking that while Lady Margueretta was with them their voices were loud and merry, and her sharp ear could also hear when Lady Margueretta left them that Frank's voice became low and tender. So she walked on, saying nothing, looking straight before her, and by degrees separating herself from all the others. The Greshamsby grounds were on one side somewhat too closely hemmed in by the village. On this side was a path running the length of one of the streets of the village, and far down the path near to the extremity of the gardens, and near also to a wicket gate which led out into the village, and which could be opened from the inside with a seat under a big yew tree, from which through a breach in the houses might be seen the parish church standing in the park on the other side. Hither Mary walked alone, and here she seated herself determined to get rid of her tears and their traces before she again showed herself to the world. I shall never be happy here again, said she to herself, never. I am no longer one of them, and I cannot live among them unless I am so. And then an idea came across her mind that she hated Patience Oriole. And then, instantly, another idea followed it, quick as such thoughts are quick, that she did not hate Patience Oriole at all, that she liked her, and they loved her, that Patience Oriole was a sweet girl, and that she hoped the time would come when she might see her the Lady of Greshamsby. And then the tear, which had been no wit controlled, which indeed had now made itself master of her, came to a head and bursting through the floodgates of the eye came rolling down and in its fall wetted her hand as it lay on her lap.  As she did so she heard voices close to her at the little gate. They were those of her uncle and Frank Gresham. God bless you, Frank, said the doctor, as he passed out of the grounds. You will excuse the lecture, won't you, from so old a friend, though you are a man now, and discreet, of course, by active parliament. Indeed I will, doctor, said Frank. I will excuse the longer lecture than that from you. At any rate it won't be tonight, said the doctor, as he disappeared. And if you see Mary, tell her that I am obliged to go, and that I will send Janet down to fetch her. Now Janet was the doctor's ancient maid-servant. Mary could not move on without being perceived. She therefore stood still till she heard the click of the door, and then began walking rapidly back to the house by the path which had brought her thither. The moment, however, that she did so she found that she was followed, and in a very few moments Frank was alongside of her. Oh, Mary, said he, calling to her, but not loudly, before he quite overtook her, how odd that I should come across you just when I have a message for you, and why are you all alone? Mary's first impulse was to reiterate her command to him to call her no more by her Christian name. But her second impulse told her that such an injunction at the present moment would not be prudent on her part. The traces of her tears were still there, and she well knew that a very little, the slightest show of tenderness on his part, the slightest effort on her own to appear indifferent would bring down more than one other such intruder. It would, moreover, be better for her to drop all outward sign that she remembered what had taken place. So long then as he and she were at Gresham Street together he should call her Mary if he pleased, he would soon be gone, and while he remained she would keep out of his way. Your uncle has been obliged to go away and see an old woman at Silverbridge. At Silverbridge, why, he won't be back all night. Why could not the old woman send for doctor's entry? I suppose she thought two old women could not get on well together. Mary could not help smiling. She did not like her uncle going off so late on such a journey, but it was always felt as a triumph when he was invited into the strongholds of his enemies. And Janet is to come over for you. However, I told him it was quite unnecessary to disturb another old woman for that I should, of course, see you home. Oh, no, Mr. Gresham, indeed you'll not do that. Indeed, and indeed I shall. What, on this great day when every lady is looking for you and talking of you, I suppose you want to set the countess against me forever. Think, too, how angry Lady Arabella will be if you are absent on such an errand as this. To hear you talk, Mary, one would think that you were going to Silverbridge yourself. Perhaps I am. If I did not go with you, some of the other fellows would, John or George. Good gracious, Frank, fancy either of the Mr. Decorsi's walking home with me. She had forgotten herself and the strict propriety on which she had resolved in the impossibility of foregoing her little joke against the Decorsi grandeur. She had forgotten herself and had called him Frank in her old, former, eager, free tone of voice. And then, remembering she had done so, she drew herself up, bit her lips, and determined to be doubly on her guard in the future. Well, it shall be either one of them or I, said Frank. Perhaps she would prefer my cousin George to me. I should prefer Janet to either, seeing that with her I should not suffer the extreme nuisance of knowing that I was a bore. A bore, Mary, to me? Yes, Mr. Gresham, a bore to you. Having to walk home through the mud with village young ladies is boring. All gentlemen feel it to be so. There is no mud, and if there were you would not be allowed to walk at all. Oh, village young ladies never care for such things, though fashionable gentlemen do. I would carry you home, Mary, if it would do you a service, said Frank with considerable pathos in his voice. Oh, dear me, pray do not, Mr. Gresham. I should not like it at all, said she. A wheel-barrow would be preferable to that. Of course, anything would be preferable to my arm, I know. Certainly, anything in the way of a conveyance. If I were to act baby and you were to act nurse, it really would not be comfortable for either of us. Frank Gresham felt disconcerted, though he hardly knew why. He was striving to say something tender to his lady-love, but every word that he spoke she turned into joke. Mary did not answer him coldly or unkindly, but nevertheless he was displeased. One does not like to have one's little offerings of sentimental service turned into burlesque when one is in love and earnest. Mary's jokes had appeared so easy, too. They seemed to come from a heart so little troubled. This also was cause of vexation to Frank. If he could but have known all, he would perhaps have been better pleased. He determined not to be absolutely laughed out of his tenderness. When, three days ago, he had been repulsed, he had gone away owning to himself that he had been beaten. Owning so much, but owning it with great sorrow and much shame. Since that he had come of age, since that he had made speeches and speeches had been made to him, since that he had gained courage by flirting with patience orial. No faint heart ever won fair lady as he was well aware. He resolved, therefore, that his heart should not be faint and that he would see whether the fair lady might not be one by becoming audacity. Mary said he, stopping in the path, for they were now near the spot where it broke out upon the lawn, and they could already hear the voices of the guests. Mary, you are unkind to me. I am not aware of it, Mr. Gresham, but if I am, do not you retaliate. I am weaker than you, and in your power. Do not you, therefore, be unkind to me. You refused my hand just now, continued he. Of all the people here at Gresham's free you are the only one that has not wished me joy, the only one. I do wish you joy, I will wish you joy. There is my hand. And she frankly put out her ungloved hand.  There is my hand. I trust you use it only as it is meant to be used. He took it in his and pressed it cordially as he might have done that of any other friend in such a case, and then did not drop it as he should have done. He was not a St. Anthony, and it was most imprudent in Miss Thorn to subject him to such a temptation. Mary said here, dear Mary, dearest Mary, if you did but know how I love you. As he said this, holding Miss Thorn's hand, he stood on the pathway with his back towards the lawn and house, and therefore did not at first see his sister, Augusta, who had just at that moment come upon them.  Augusta saw the motion, and Mary saw that Augusta had seen it. From my tedious way of telling it, the reader will be led to imagine that the hand-squeezing had been protracted to a duration quite incompatible with any objections to such an arrangement on the part of the lady. But the fault is mine, in no part hers. Where I possessed of a quick spasmodic style of narrative, I should have been able to include it all, Frank's misbehavior, Mary's immediate anger, Augusta's arrival and keen, argous-eyed inspection, and then Mary's subsequent misery, in five words and half a dozen dashes and inverted commas. The thing should have been so told, for to do Mary justice she did not leave her hand in Frank's a moment longer than she could help herself. Frank, feeling the hand withdrawn and hearing when it was too late the step on the gravel turned sharply round. Oh, it's you, is it, Augusta? Well, what do you want? Augusta was not naturally very ill-natured, seeing that in her veins the high, decorcy blood was somewhat tempered by an admixture of the Gresham attributes. Nor was she predisposed to make her brother her enemy by publishing to the world any of his little tender peccadillos. But she could not but rethink herself of what her aunt had been saying as to the danger of any such encounter as that she had just now beheld. She could not but start at seeing her brother thus on the very brink of the precipice of which the Countess had specially forewarned her mother. She, Augusta, was, as she well knew, doing her duty by her family by marrying a tailor's son for whom she did not care at chip, seeing the tailor's son was possessed of untold wealth. Now, when one member of a household is making a struggle for a family, it is painful to see the benefit of that struggle negative to by the folly of another member. The future Mrs. Moffat did feel aggrieved by the fatuity of the young heir, and consequently took upon herself to look as much like her aunt Decorsi as she could do. Well, what is it, said Frank, looking rather disgusted? What makes you stick your chin up and look that way? Frank had hitherto been rather a desperate among his sisters and forgot that the eldest of them was now passing altogether from under his sway to that of the tailor's son. Frank, said Augusta, in a tone of voice which did honour to the great lessons she had lately received. Aunt Decorsi wants to see you immediately in the small drawing-room. And, as she said so, she resolved to say a few words of advice to Miss Thorn as soon as her brother should have left them. In the small drawing-room, does she? Well, Mary, we may as well go together, for I suppose it is tea time now. You had better go at once, Frank, said Augusta. The countess will be angry if you keep her waiting. She has been expecting you these twenty minutes. Mary Thorn and I can return together. There was something in the tone in which the words Mary Thorn were uttered, which made Mary at once draw herself up. I hope, said she, that Mary Thorn will never be any hindrance to either of you. Frank's ear had also perceived that there was something in the tone of his sister's voice not boating comfort to Mary. He perceived that the Decorsi blood in Augusta's veins was already rebelling against the doctor's niece on his part, though it had condescended to submit itself to the tailor's son on her own part. Well, I am going, said he. But look here, Augusta, if you say one word of Mary. Oh, Frank, Frank, you boy, you very boy, you goose, you silly goose, is that the way you make love, desiring one girl not to tell of another, as though you were three children tearing your frocks and trousers and getting through the same hedge together? Oh, Frank, Frank, you, the full-blown heir of Greshamsbury, you, a man already endowed with a man's discretion, you, the forward rider that did but now threaten young Harry Baker and the Honourable John to eclipse him by prowess in the field, you of age, why, thou canst not as yet have left thy mother's apron-string. If you say one word of Mary, so far had he got in his injunction to his sister, but further than that in such a case was he never destined to proceed.  Say one word of Mary, Mr. Gresham, and why should she not say as many words of Mary as she may please? I must tell you all now, Augusta, and I must also beg you not to be silent for my sake. As far as I'm concerned, tell it to whom you please. This was the second time your brother— Mary, Mary, said Frank, deprecating her locacity. I beg your pardon, Mr. Gresham, you have made it necessary that I should tell your sister all. He has now twice thought it well to amuse himself by saying to me words which it was ill-natured in him to speak, and ill-natured Mary? Ill-natured in him to speak, continued Mary, and to which it would be absurd for me to listen. He probably does the same to others, she added, being unable in heart, to forget that sharpest of her wounds, the flirtation of his with patience orial. But to me it is almost cruel. Another girl might laugh at him or listen to him as she would choose, but I can do neither. I shall now keep away from Gresham's spree at any rate till he has left it. And, Augusta, I can only beg you to understand that, as far as I am concerned, there is nothing which may not be told to all the world. And so saying, she walked on a little in advance with them, as proud as a queen. Had Lady de Corsi herself met her at this moment, she would almost have felt herself forced to shrink out of the pathway. Not say a word of me, she repeated to herself, but still out loud. No word need be left unsaid on my account, none, none. Augusta followed her, dumbfounded at her indignation, and Frank also followed, but not in silence. When his first surprise at Mary's great anger was over, he felt himself called upon to say some word which might tend to exonerate his lady-love and some word also of protestation as to his own purpose. There is nothing to be told, nothing at least of Mary, he said, speaking to his sister, but of me you may tell this, if you choose to disablige your brother, that I love Mary thorn with all my heart and that I will never love anyone else. By this time they had reached the lawn and Mary was able to turn away from the path to the house. As she left them, she said in a voice now low enough, I cannot prevent him from talking nonsense, Augusta, but you will bear me witness that I do not willingly hear it. And so saying, she started off almost in a run towards the distant part of the gardens in which she saw Beatrice. Frank, as he walked up to the house with his sister, endeavored to induce her to give him a promise that she would tell no tales as to what she had heard and seen. Of course, Frank, it must all be nonsense, she had said, and you shouldn't amuse yourself in such a way. Well, but Gus, come, we have always been friends. Don't let us quarrel just when you are going to be married. But Augusta would make no promise. Frank, when he reached the house, found the Countess waiting for him, sitting in the little drawing-room by herself, somewhat impatiently. As he entered, he became aware that there was some peculiar gravity attached to the coming interview. Three persons, his mother, one of his younger sisters, and the Lady Amelia, each stopped him to let him know that the Countess was waiting, and he perceived that a sort of guard was kept upon the door to save her ladyship from any undesirable intrusion. The Countess frowned at the moment of his entrance, but soon smoothed her brow and invited him to take a chair ready prepared for him opposite to the elbow of the sofa on which she was leaning. She had a small table before her, on which was her teacup, so that she was able to preach at him nearly as well as though she had been ensconced in a pulpit. My dear Frank, she said she, in a voice thoroughly suitable to the importance of the communication, you have today come of age. Frank remarked that he understood that such was the case, and added that that was the reason for all the fuss. Yes, you have today come of age. Perhaps I should have been glad to see such an occasion noticed at Gresham Spree with some more suitable signs of rejoicing. Oh, and I think we did it all very well. Gresham Spree, Frank, is, or ought to be, the seat of the first commoner in Barsature. Well, so it is. I am quite sure there isn't a better fellow than my father anywhere in the county. The countess sighed. Her opinion of the poor squire was very different from Frank's. It is no use now, said she, looking back to that which cannot be cured. The first commoner in Barsature should hold a position. I will not, of course, say equal to that of a peer. Oh, dear, no, of course not, said Frank. The bystander might have thought that there was touch of satire in his tone. No, not equal to that of a peer, but still of very paramount importance. Of course my first ambition is bound up in Porlock. Of course, said Frank, thinking how very weak was the staff on which his anti-ambition rested, for Lord Porlock's youthful career had not been such as to give unmitigated satisfaction to his parents. Is bound up in Porlock, and then the countess plumed herself, but the mother sighed. And next to Porlock, Frank, my anxiety is about you. Upon my honor, and I am very much obliged, I shall be all right, you'll see. Greshams, my dear boy, is not now what it used to be. Isn't it, asked Frank? No, Frank, by no means. I do not wish to say a word against your father. It may perhaps have been his misfortune rather than his fault. She is always down on the governor, always, said Frank to himself, resolving to stick bravely to the side of the house to which he had elected to belong. But there is the fact, Frank, too plain for us all. Greshams' free is not what it was. It is your duty to restore it to its former importance. My duty, said Frank, rather puzzled. Yes, Frank, your duty. It all depends on you now. Of course you know that your father owes a great deal of money. Frank muttered something. Tidings had in some shape reached his ear that his father was not comfortably circumstanced as regarded money. And then he has sold Boxhall Hill. It cannot be expected that Boxhall Hill shall be repurchased as some horrid man, a railway maker, I believe. Yes, that's scattered. Well, he has built a house there, I'm told, so I presume that it cannot be bought back. But it will be your duty, Frank, to pay all the debts that there are on the property, and to purchase what, at any rate, will be equal to Boxhall Hill. Frank opened his eyes wide and stared at his aunt, as though doubting much whether or no she were in her right mind. He pay off the family debts, he buy up property of four thousand pounds a year. He remained, however, quite quiet, waiting the elucidation of the mystery. Frank, of course you understand me. Frank was obliged to declare that just at the present moment he did not find his aunt so clear as usual. You have but one line of conduct left you, Frank. Your position as heir to Greshamsbury is a good one, but your father has unfortunately so hampered you with regard to money that, unless you set the matter right yourself, you can never enjoy that position. Of course you must marry money. Marry money, said he, considering for the first time that in all probability Mary Thorn's fortune would not be extensive. Marry money? Yes, Frank, I know no man whose position so imperatively demands it, and luckily for you no man can have more facility for doing so. In the first place you are very handsome. Frank blushed like a girl of sixteen. And then, as the matter is made plain to you at so early an age, you are not, of course, hampered by any indiscreet tie, by any absurd engagement. Frank blushed again, and then, saying to himself, how much the old girl knows about it, felt a little proud of his passion for Mary Thorn and of the declaration that he had made to her. And your connection with Corsi Castle, continued the Countess, now carrying up the list of Frank's advantages to its great climax, will make the matter so easy for you that really you will hardly have any difficulty. Frank could not but say how much obliged he felt to Corsi Castle and its inmates. Of course I would not wish to interfere with you in any underhand way, Frank, but I will tell you what has occurred to me. You have heard, probably, of Miss Dunstable? The daughter of the ointment of Lebanon man? And, of course, you know that her fortune is immense, continued the Countess, not daining to notice her nephew's allusion to the ointment, quite immense when compared with the wants and position of any commoner. Now she is coming to Corsi Castle and I wish you to come and meet her. But, Aunt, just at this moment I have to read for my degree like anything I go up, you know, in October. Degree, said the Countess?  Frank, however, obstinately persisted that he must take his degree and that he should commence reading hard at six a.m. tomorrow morning. You can read just as well at Corsi Castle. Miss Dunstable will not interfere with that, said his aunt, who knew the expediency of yielding occasionally. But I must beg you will come over and meet her. You will find her a most charming young woman, remarkably well educated, I'm told, and—how old is she, asked Frank? I really cannot say exactly, said the Countess, but it is not, I imagine, a matter of much moment. Is she thirty, asked Frank, who looked upon an unmarried woman of that age as quite an old maid? I dare say she may be about that age, said the Countess, who regarded the subject from a very different point of view. Thirty, said Frank out loud, but speaking nevertheless as though to himself. It is a matter of no moment, said his aunt almost angrily. When the subject itself is of such vital importance, objections of no real weight should not be brought into view.  What does it signify whether Miss Dunstable be twenty-eight or thirty? She has got money, and if you marry her, you may then consider that your position in life is made. Frank was astonished at his aunt's eloquence, but in spite of that eloquence he made up his mind that he would not marry Miss Dunstable. How could he indeed, seeing that his truth was already plighted to Mary Thorn in the presence of his sister? This circumstance, however, he did not choose to plead to his aunt, so he recapitulated any other objections that presented themselves to his mind. In the first place he was so anxious about his degree that he could not think of marrying at present. Then he suggested that it might be better to postpone the question till the season's hunting should be over. He declared that he could not visit Corsi Castle till he got a new suit of clothes home from the tailor, and ultimately remembered that he had a particular engagement to go fly-fishing with Mr. Oriel on that day week. None, however, of these valid reasons were sufficiently potent to turn the Countess from her point. Nonsense, Frank, she said. I wonder that you can talk of fly-fishing when the property of Greshamsbury is at stake. You will go with Augusta and myself to Corsi Castle tomorrow. Tomorrow, aunt? He said in the tone in which a condemned criminal might make his ejaculation on hearing that a very near day had been named for his execution. Tomorrow? Yes, we return tomorrow and shall be quite happy to have your company. My friends, including Miss Dunstable, come on Thursday. I am quite sure you will like Miss Dunstable. I have settled all that with your mother, so we need say nothing further about it. And now, good night, Frank. Frank, finding that there was nothing more to be said, took his departure and went out to look for Mary. But Mary had gone home with Janet half an hour since, so he but took himself to his sister, Beatrice. Beatrice said he, I am to go to Corsi Castle tomorrow. So I heard Mama say, Well, I only came of age today, and I will not begin by running counter to them. But I tell you what, I won't stay above a week at Corsi Castle for all the Corsis and Barsature. Tell me, Beatrice, did you ever hear of a Miss Dunstable? End of Chapter 8 Chapter 9 of Dr. Thorn This is the LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Dr. Thorn by Anthony Trollop. Chapter 9 Sir Roger Scatchard Enough has been said in this narrative to explain to the reader that Roger Scatchard, who was while a madrunken stone mason in Barchester, and who had been so prompt to avenge the injury done to his sister, had become a great man in the world. He had become a contractor, first for little things, such as half a mile or so of a railway embankment, or three or four canal bridges, and then a contractor for great things, such as government hospitals, locks, docks, and keys, and had latterly had in his hands the making of whole lines of railway. He had been occasionally in partnership with one man for one thing, and then with another for another, but had on the whole kept his interests to himself, and now, at the time of our story, he was a very rich man. And he had acquired more than wealth. There had been a time when the Governor wanted the immediate performance of some extraordinary piece of work, and Roger Scatchard had been the man to do it. There had been some extremely necessary bit of a railway to be made in half the time that such a work would properly demand, some speculation to be incurred requiring great means and courage as well, and Roger Scatchard had been found to be the man for the time. He was then elevated for the moment to the dizzy pinnacle of a newspaper hero and became one of those whom the King delighted to honour. He went up one day to kiss her Majesty's hand and came down to his new grand house at Boxall Hill, Sir Roger Scatchard Baronet. And now, my lady, said he, when he explained to his wife the high state to which he had been called by his exertions and the Queen's prerogative, let's have a bit of dinner and a drop of Summit Hot. Now, the drop of Summit Hot signified a dose of alcohol sufficient to send three ordinary men very drunk to bed. While conquering the world, Roger Scatchard had not conquered his old bad habits. Indeed, he was the same man at all points that he had been when formally seen about the streets of Barchester with his stone masons apron tucked up round his waist. The apron he had abandoned but not the heavy, prominent, thoughtful brow with a wildly flashing eye beneath it. He was still the same good companion and still also the same hard-working hero. In this only had he changed that now he would work and some said equally well whether he were drunk or sober. Those who were mostly inclined to make a miracle of him and there were a school of worshipers ready to adore him as their idea of a divine, superhuman, miracle-moving, inspired prophet declared that his wondrous work was best done, his calculations most quickly and most truly made, that he saw with most accurate eye into the far distant balance of profit and loss when he was under the influence of the Rosie God. To these worshippers, his temperance were called in his own set, were his moments of peculiar inspiration, his divine frenzies in which he communicated most closely with those deities who preside over trade transactions, his Ellucinian mysteries to approach him in which was permitted only to a few of the most favored. Scatchard has been drunk this week past, they would say one to another when the moment came to be decided whose offer should be accepted for constructing a harbor to hold all the commerce of Lancashire or to make a railway from Bombay to Canton. Scatchard has been drunk this week past, I am told that he has taken over three gallons of brandy and then they felt sure that none but Scatchard would be called upon to construct the dock or make the railway. But be this as it may, true or false that Sir Roger was most efficacious when in his cups. There can be no doubt that he could not wallow for a week in brandy six or seven times every year without in a great measure injuring and permanently injuring the outward man. Whatever immediate effect such symposiums might have on the inner mind, symposiums indeed they were not.  It was not that he became feeble or emaciated old looking or inactive that his hand shook or that his eye was watery but that in the moments of his intemperance his life was often not worth a day's purchase. The frame which God had given to him was powerful beyond the power of ordinary men, powerful to act in spite of these violent perturbations, powerful to repress and conquer the qualms and headaches and inward sicknesses to which the votaries of Bacchus are ordinarily subject. But this power was not without its limit. If encroached on too far it would break and fall and come asunder a strong man would at once become a corpse. Scatchard had but one friend in the world and indeed this friend was no friend in the ordinary acceptance of the word he neither ate with them nor drank with them nor even frequently talked with him their pursuits in life were wide asunder their tastes were all different the society in which each mood very seldom came together Scatchard had nothing in unison with a solitary friend but he trusted him and he trusted no other living creature on God's earth he trusted this man but even him he did not trust thoroughly not at least as one friend should trust another he believed that this man would not rob him would probably not lie to him would not endeavour to make money of him would not count him up or speculate on him to profit and loss and therefore he determined to use him but he put no trust whatever in his friend's counsel in his modes of thought none in his theory and none in his practice he disliked his friend's counsel and in fact disliked his society for his friend was somewhat apt to speak to him in a manner approaching to severity now Roger Scatchard had done many things in the world but he did not trust money whereas his friend had done but few things and made no money it was not to be endured that the practical, efficient man should be taken to task by the man who proved himself to be neither practical nor efficient not to be endured certainly by Roger Scatchard who looked on men of his own class as the men of the day and on himself as by no means the least among them was our friend Dr. Thorn the doctor's first acquaintance with Scatchard has already been explained he was necessarily thrown into communication with the man at the time of the trial and Scatchard then had not only sufficient sense but sufficient feeling also to know that the doctor behaved very well this communication had in different ways been kept up between them soon after the trial Scatchard had begun to rise and his first savings had been entrusted to the doctor's care this had been the beginning of a pecuniary connection which had never wholly ceased and which had led to the purchase of Boxall Hill and to the loan of large sums of money to the squire in another way also there had been a close alliance between them and one not always a very pleasant description the doctor was and long had been Sir Roger's medical attendant and in his unceasing attempts to rescue the drunken from the fate which was so much to be dreaded he not unfrequently was driven into a quarrel with his patient one thing further must be told of Sir Roger in politics he was as violent or radical as ever and was very anxious to obtain a position in which he could bring his violence to bear with this view he was about to contest his native borough of Barchester in the hope of being returned in opposition to the Decorsi candidate and with this object he now had come down to Boxall Hill nor were his claims to sit for Barchester such as could be despised if money were to be availed he had plenty of it and was prepared to spend it whereas rumour said that Mr Moffat was equally determined to do nothing so foolish then again Sir Roger had a sort of rough eloquence and was able to address the men of Barchester in language that would come home to their hearts in words that would endear him to one party while they made him offensively odious to the other but Mr Moffat could neither make friends nor enemies by his eloquence the Barchester roughs called him a dumb dog that could not bark and sometimes sarcastically he bite the Decorsi interest however was at his back and he had also the advantage of possession Sir Roger therefore knew that the battle was not to be won without a struggle Dr Thorn got safely back from Silverbridge that evening and found Mary waiting to give him his tea he had been called there to a consultation with Dr Century that amiable old gentleman he had been called there from the high fill-grave tenets as to consent to the occasional endurance of such degradation the next morning he breakfasted early and having mounted his strong iron-grey cob started out for Boxall Hill not only had he there to negotiate the squires further alone but also to exercise his medical skill Sir Roger having the declared contractor for cutting a canal to see through the isthmus of Panama had been making a week of it and the result was that Lady Scatchard had written rather peremptorily to her husband's medical friend the doctor consequently trotted off to Boxall Hill on his iron-grey cob among his other merits was that of being a good horseman and he did much of his work on horseback the fact that he occasionally took a day with the east barcichers and that when he did so thoroughly enjoyed it had probably not failed to add something to the strength of the squire's friendship well my lady how is he not much the matter I hope said the doctor as he shook hands with the titled mistress of Boxall Hill in a small breakfast parlor in the rear of the house the showrooms of Boxall Hill were furnished most magnificently but they were set apart for company and as the company never came seeing that they were never invited the grand rooms and the grand furniture were not of much material used to Lady Scatchard indeed then doctor he's just bad enough said her ladyship not in a very happy tone of voice just bad enough there's been someone at the back of his head rapping and rapping and rapping and if you don't do something I'm thinking it'll wrap him too hard yet is he in bed for when he first took he couldn't very well help himself so we put him to bed and then he don't seem to be quite right yet about the legs so he hasn't got up but he's got that winter bones with him to write for him and when winter bones is there Scatchard might as well be up for any good that bed'll do him Mr. Winter Bones was confidential clerk to Sir Roger that is to say he was a writing machine of which Sir Roger made use to do certain work which could not well be adjusted without some contrivance he was a little withered dissipated broken down man whom gin and poverty had nearly burnt to a cinder and dried to an ash mind he had none left nor care for earthly things except the smallest modicum of substantial food and the largest allowance of liquid sustenance all that he had ever known and forgotten except how to count up figures and to write the results of his counting and his writing never stayed with him from one hour to another nay not from one folio to another let him however be adequately screwed up with gin and adequately screwed down by the presence of his master and then no amount of counting and writing would be too much for him this was Mr. Winter Bones confidential clerk to write Sir Roger Scatchard we must send Winter Bones away I take it said the doctor indeed doctor I wish you would I wish you'd send for the bath or anywhere else out of the way there is Scatchard he takes brandy and there is Winter Bones he takes gin and it would puzzle a woman to say which is the worst master or man it will seem from this that Lady Scatchard and the doctor were on very familiar terms as regarded her little domestic inconveniences tell Sir Roger I am here will you said the doctor you'll take a drop of sherry before you go up said the lady not a drop thank you said the doctor or perhaps a little cordial not a drop of anything thank you I never do you know just a thimbleful of this said the lady producing from some recess under a sideboard a bottle of brandy just a thimbleful it's what he takes himself when Lady Scatchard found that even this argument failed she led the way to the great man's bedroom well doctor well doctor well doctor was the greeting with which our son of Galen was saluted some time before he entered the sick room his approaching step was heard and thus the Cidevant barches to Stone Mason the voice was loud and powerful but not clear and sonorous what voice that is nurtured on brandy can ever be clear it had about it a peculiar huskiness a dissipated guttural tone which Thorn immediately recognized and recognized as being more marked more guttural and more husky than heretofore so you smelt me out have you and come for your fee well I have had a sharpish bout of it as her ladyship there no doubt has told you let her alone to make the worst of it but you see your late man I've built the old gentleman again without troubling you anyway I'm glad you're something better Scatchard something I don't know what you call something I never was better in my life ask Winterbones there indeed now Scatchard you ain't you're bad enough if you only knew it and as for Winterbones there's no business here up in your bedroom which stinks of gin so it does don't you believe him doctor he ain't well nor yet nigh well Winterbones when the above ill-natured illusion was made to the aroma coming from his libations might be seen to deposit surreptitiously beneath the little table at which he sat the cup with which he had performed them the doctor in the meantime had taken Sir Roger's hand on the pretext of feeling his pulse, but was drawing quite as much information from the touch of the sick man's skin and the look of the sick man's eye I think Mr. Winterbones had better go back to the London office said he Lady Scatchard will be your best clerk for some time Sir Roger then I'll be doot if Mr. Winterbones does anything of the kind said he so there's an end of that very well said the doctor a man can die but once it is my duty to suggest measures for putting off the ceremony as long as possible perhaps however you may wish to hasten it well I'm not very anxious about it one way or the other said Scatchard and as he spoke there came a fierce gleam from his eye which seemed to say if that's the bugbear with which you wish to frighten me you will find that you are mistaken now doctor don't let him talk that way don't said Lady Scatchard with her handkerchief to her eyes now my lady do you cut it cut it up once said Sir Roger turning hastily around to his better half and his better half knowing that the province of a woman is to obey did cut it but as she went she gave the doctor a pull by the coat sleeve so that there by his healing faculties might be sharpened to the very utmost the world doctor the very best said he as the door closed behind the wife of his bosom I'm sure of it said the doctor yes till you can find a better one said Scatchard ha ha ha but good or bad there are some things which a woman can't understand and some things which he ought not to be let to understand it's natural she should be anxious about your health you know I don't know that said the contractor she'll be very well off all that whining won't keep a man alive at any rate there was a pause during which the doctor continued his medical examination to this the patient submitted with a bad grace but still he did submit we must turn over a new leaf Sir Roger indeed we must bother said Sir Roger well Scatchard I must do my duty to you whether you like it or not that is to say I am to pay you for trying to frighten me no human nature can stand such shocks as these much longer Winterbones said the contractor turning to his clerk go down go down I say but don't be out of the way if you go to the public house by go you may stay there for me when I take a drop that is if I ever do it does not stand in the way of work so Mr. Winterbones picking up his cup again and concealing it in some way beneath his coat flap retreated out of the room and the two friends were alone Scatchard said the doctor you have been as near your God as any man ever was who afterwards ate and drank in this world have I now said the railway hero apparently somewhat startled indeed you have indeed you have and now I'm all right again all right how can you be all right when you know that your limbs refuse to carry you all right why the blood is still beating around your brain with a violence that would destroy any other brain but yours ha ha ha he was very proud of thinking himself to be differently organized from other men well and what am I to do now the whole of the doctor's prescription we will not give at length to some of his ordinances Sir Roger promised obedience the others he objected violently and to one or two he flatly refused to listen the great stumbling block was this the total abstinence from business for two weeks was enjoined and that it was impossible so Sir Roger said that he should abstain for two days if you work said the doctor in your present state you will certainly have recourse to the stimulus of drink and if you drink most assuredly you will die stimulus why do you think I can't work without Dutch courage scattered I know that there is brandy in the room at this moment and that you have been taking it within these two hours you smell that fellow's jins and scattered I feel the alcohol working within your veins said the doctor who still had his hand on this patient's arm Sir Roger turned himself roughly in the bed so as to get away from his mentor and then he began to threaten in his turn I'll tell you what it is doctor I've made up my mind and I'll do it I'll send for fill grave very well said he of Greshamsbury send for fill grave your case is one in which even he can hardly go wrong you think you can hector me and do as you like because you had me under your thumb in other days you're a very good fellow thorn but I ain't sure that you were the best doctor in all England you may be sure that I am not you may take me for the worst if you will but while I am here as your medical advisor I can only tell you the truth as to the best of my thinking now the truth is this that another bout of drinking will in all probability kill you and any recourse to stimulus in your present condition may do so I'll send for fill grave well send for fill grave only do it at once believe me at any rate in this that whatever you do you should do at once oblige me in this let lady scatcher take away that brandy bottle till doctor fill grave comes if I do do you think I can't have a bottle of brandy in my room without swigging I think you'll be less likely to swig it if you can't get at it Sir Roger made another angry turn in his bed as well as his half paralyzed limbs would let him and then after a few moments peace renewed his threats with increased violence yes I'll have fill grave over here if a man be ill really ill he should have the best advice he can get I'll have fill grave and I'll have that other fellow from Silverbridge to meet him what's his name Century the doctor turned his head away for though the occasion was serious he did not help smiling at the malicious vengeance with which his friend proposed to gratify himself I will and rear child too what's the expense I suppose five or six pound of peace will do it athorn oh yes that will be liberal I should say but Sir Roger will you allow me to suggest what you ought to do I don't know how far you may be joking joking shouted the Baron that you tell a man he's dying the same breath you'll find I'm not joking well I dare say not but if you have not full confidence in me I have no confidence in you at all said why not send to London expenses no object to you it is an object a great object nonsense send to London for Sir Omicron Pie send for some man whom you will really trust when you see him there's not one of the lot I'd trust if it was Phil Grave I've known Phil Grave all my life and I'd trust him I'll send for Phil Grave and put my case in his hands if anyone can do anything for me Phil Grave is the man then in God's name send for Phil Grave said the doctor and now goodbye Scatchard and as you do send for him give him a fair chance do not destroy yourself by more brandy it's not yours said the patient so be it give me your hand at any rate before I go I wish you well through it and when you are well I'll come and see you goodbye goodbye and look here Thorn you'll be talking to Lady Scatchard downstairs I know now no nonsense you understand me A no nonsense you know end of chapter 9 chapter 10 of Dr. Thorn Dr. Thorn left the room and went downstairs being fully aware that he could not leave the house without having some communication with Lady Scatchard he was not sooner within the passage than he heard the sick man's bell ring violently and he heard the sick man's bell ring violently and he heard the sick man's bell ring violently and he heard the sick man's bell ring violently and then the servant passing him on the staircase received orders to send a mounted messenger immediately to Barchester Dr. Philgrave was to be summoned to come as quickly as possible to the sick man's room and Mr. Winterbones was to be sent up to write the note Sir Roger was quite right in supposing that there would be some words between the doctor and her ladyship to hold the house without such let him wish it ever so much there were words and these were protracted while the doctor's cob was being ordered round till very many were uttered which the contractor would probably have regarded as nonsense Lady Scatchard was no fit associate for the wives of English baronets was no doubt by education and manners much better fitted to sit in their servants' halls but not on that account as a bad wife or a bad woman she was painfully, fearfully anxious for that husband of hers whom she honored and worshipped as it behooved her to do above all other men she was fearfully anxious as to his life and faithfully believed that if any man could prolong it it was that old and faithful friend whom she had known to be true to her lord since their early married troubles when therefore she found that he had been dismissed and that a stranger was to be sent for in his place her heart sank low within her but doctor, she said with her apron up to her eyes you ain't going to leave him are you Dr. Thorn did not find it easy to explain to her ladyship that medical etiquette would not permit him to remain in attendance on her husband after he had been dismissed and another physician called in his place etiquette said she crying what's etiquette to do with it when a man is a-killing himself with brandy Phil Grave will forbid that quite as strongly as I can do Phil Grave said she fiddle-sticks Phil Grave indeed Dr. Thorn could almost have embraced her for the strong feeling of thorough confidence on the one side and thorough distrust on the other which he contrived to throw into those few words I'll tell you what doctor let the messenger go I'll bear the brunt of it he can't do much now he ain't up you know I'll stop the boy we won't have no Phil Graves here this however was the step to which Dr. Thorn would not have sent he endeavored to explain to the anxious wife that after what had passed he could not tender his medical services till they were again asked for but you can slip in as a friend you know and then by degrees you can come round to me doctor and as to the payment all that Dr. Thorn said on the subject may easily be imagined and in this way and in partaking of the lunch which was forced upon him an hour had nearly passed between his leaving Siraj's bedroom and putting his foot in the stirrup but no sooner had the cob begun to move on the gravel sweep before the house than one of the upper windows opened and the doctor was summoned with the sick man he says he were to come back whether or no said Mr. Winterbones screeching out of the window and putting all his emphasis on the last words thorn thorn thorn shouted the sick man from his sick bed so loudly that the doctor heard him seated as he was on horseback out before the house you're to come back whether or no repeated Winterbones with more emphasis evidently conceiving that there was a strength of injunction in that whether or no which would be found quite invincible whether actuated by these magic words or by some internal process of thought we will not say but the doctor did slowly and as though unwillingly dismount again from his steed and slowly retraces steps into the house it is no use he said to himself for that messenger has already gone to Barchester I have sent for Dr. Phil Grave with the first words which the contractor said to him when he again found himself by the bedside did you call me back to tell me that? said thorn who now really felt angry at the impertinent petulance of the man before him you should consider, Scatchard, that my time may be of value to others if not to you now don't be angry old fellow Scatchard turning to him and looking at him with a countenance quite different from any that he had shown that day a countenance in which there was a show of manhood some show also of affection you ain't angry now because I've sent for Phil Grave not at the least said the doctor very complacently not in the least Phil Grave will do as much good as I can do and that's none at all I suppose, athorn that depends on yourself he will do you good if you will tell him the truth and will then be guided by him your wife, your servant anyone can be as good a doctor to you as either he or I as good that is in the main point but you have sent for Phil Grave now and of course you must see him I have much to do and you must let me go Scatchard however would not let him go but held his hand fast thorn said he if you like it I'll make them put Phil Grave under the pump directly he comes here I will indeed and pay all the damage myself this was another proposition to which the doctor could not consent but he was utterly unable to refrain from laughing there was an earnest look of entreaty about Sir Roger's face as he made the suggestion and joined to this there was a gleam of comic satisfaction in his eye which seemed to promise that he would receive the least encouragement he would put his threat into execution now our doctor was not inclined to taking any steps towards subjecting his learned brother to pump discipline but he could not but admit to himself that the idea was not a bad one I'll have it done I will by heavens if he'll only say the word protested Sir Roger but the doctor did not say the word and so the idea was passed off you shouldn't be so testy with the man when he is ill said Scatchard still holding the doctor's hand of which he had again got possession especially not an old friend and especially again when you've been a blowing of him up it was not worth the doctor's while to avert that the testiness had all been on the other side and that he had never lost his good humor so he merely smiled and asked Sir Roger if he could do anything further for him indeed you can doctor and that's why I sent for you why I sent for you yesterday get out of the room winter bones he then said gruffly as though he were dismissing from his chamber a dirty dog winter bones not a wit offended again hid his cup under his coat tail and vanished sit down Thorne sit down said the contractor speaking quite funny that he had yet assumed I know you're in a hurry but you must give me half an hour I may be dead before you can give me another who knows the doctor of course declared that he hoped to have many a half hours chat with him for many a year to come well that's as may be you must stop now at any rate you can make the cob pay for it you know the doctor took a chair and sat down thus entreated to stop it was a little bit to do so it wasn't because I'm ill that I sent for you or rather let her ladieship send for you Lord bless you Thorne do you think I don't know what it is that makes me like this when I see that poor wretch winter bones killing himself with gin do you think I don't know what's coming to myself as well as him why do you take it then why do you do it your life is not like his oh, scatchard, scatchard is the doctor prepared to pour out the flood of his eloquence in beseeching this singular man to abstain from his well-known poison is that all you know of human nature doctor abstain can you abstain from breathing and live like a fish does underwater but nature has not ordered you to drink, scatchard habit is second nature man and a stronger nature than the first and why should I not drink what else has the world given me for all that I have done for it what other resource have I what other gratification oh my god have you not unbounded wealth can you not do anything you wish be anything you choose no and the sick man shrieked with an energy that made him audible all through the house I can do nothing that I would choose to do be nothing that I would wish to be what can I do what can I be what can I have except a brandy bottle if I go among gentlemen can I talk to them if they have anything to say about a railway they will ask me a question if they speak to me beyond that I must be dumb if I go among my workmen can they talk to me no I am their master and a stern master they bobbed their heads and shaken their shoes when they see me where are my friends where are my amusements here and he brandished the bottle almost in the doctor's face where is my one resource my one gratification my only comfort after all my toils here doctor here here here and so saying he replaced his treasure beneath his pillow there was something so horrifying in this that Dr. Thorn shrank back amazed and was for a moment unable to speak but scattered he said at last surely you would not die for such a passion as that die for it I would I live for it while I can live and die for it when I can live no longer die for it what is that for a man to do do not men die for a shelling a day what is a man the worst for dying what can I be the worst for dying a man can die but once you just said now this you are speaking now either in madness or else in folly to startle me folly enough perhaps in madness enough also such a life as mine makes a man a fool and makes him mad too what have I about me that I should be afraid to die I'm worth three hundred thousand pounds and I'd give it all to be able to go to work tomorrow with a heart and a mortar and have a fellow clap his hand upon my shoulder and say well roger shall us have that air other half pint this morning I'll tell you what thorn when a man has made three hundred thousand pounds there's nothing left for him but to die it's all he's good for then when money's been made the next thing is to spend it now the man who makes it has not the heart to do that the doctor of course in hearing all this said something of a tendency to comfort and console the mind of his patient not that anything he could say would comfort or console the man but that it was impossible to sit there and hear such fearful truths for as regarded scattered they were truths without making some answer this is as good as a play isn't it doctor? said the marionette you didn't know how I could come out like one of those actor fellows well now come at last I'll tell you why I have sent for you before that last burst of mine I made my will you had a will made before that yes I had that will is destroyed I burnt it with my own hand so that there should be no mistake about it in that will I had named two executors you and Jackson I was then partner with Jackson in the York and Yoval Grand Central I thought a great deal of Jackson then he's not worth a shilling now well I'm exactly in the same category no you're not Jackson is nothing without money but money will never make you no nor I shan't make money said the doctor no you never will nevertheless there's my other will there under that desk there and I've put you in as sole executor you must alter that you must indeed with three hundred thousand pounds to be disposed of the trust is far too much for any one man this name a younger man you and I are of the same age and I may die the first now doctor no humbug let's have no humbug from you remember this if you're not true you're nothing well but scattered well but doctor there's the will it's already made I don't want to consult you about that you are named as executor and if you have the heart to refuse to act when I'm dead why of course you can do so the doctor was no lawyer and hardly knew whether he had any means of extricating himself from this position in which his friend was determined to place him you'll have to see that will carried out thorn now I'll tell you what I've done you're not going to tell me how you have disposed of your property not exactly at least not all of it one hundred thousand I've left in legacies including you know what ladies scattered will have have you not left the house to ladies scattered no what the devil would she do with a house like this she doesn't know how to live in it now she's got it I have provided for her it matters not how the house and the estate and the remainder of my money I have left to Louis Philippe what two hundred thousand pounds said the doctor and why shouldn't I leave two hundred thousand pounds to my son if I had more than one does not Mr. Gresham leave all his property to his heir why should I not make an eldest son as well as Lord Decorsi or the Duke of Omnia I suppose a railway contractor ought not to be allowed an eldest son by active parliament won't my son have a title to keep up and that's more than the Greshams have among them the doctor explained away what he said as well as he could he could not explain that what he had really meant was this that Sir Roger Scatchard's son was not a man fit to be entrusted with the entire control of an enormous fortune Sir Roger Scatchard had but one child that child had been born in the days of his early troubles and had been dismissed from his mother's breast in order that the mother's milk might nourish the young heir of Greshamsbury the boy had grown up but he had become strong his father had never in mind or body his father had determined to make a gentleman of him and had sent him to Eaton and to Cambridge but even this receipt generally as it is recognized will not make a gentleman it is hard indeed to define what receipt will do so though people do have in their own minds some certain undefined but yet tolerably correct ideas on the subject be that as it may and three terms at Cambridge did not make a gentleman of Louis Philippe Scatchard yes, he was christened Louis Philippe after the king of the French if one wishes to look out in the world for royal nomenclature to find children who have been christened after kings and queens or the uncles and aunts of kings and queens the search should be made in the families of Democrats none have so servile a deference very nail pairings of royalty none feel so wondering and awe at the exaltation of a crowned head none are so anxious to secure themselves some shred or fragment that has been consecrated by the royal touch it is the distance which they feel to exist between themselves and the throne which makes them covet the crumbs of majesty the odds and ends and chance splinters of royalty there was nothing royal about Louis Philippe Scatchard but his name he had now come to man's estate and his father, finding the Cambridge receipt to be inefficacious had sent him abroad to travel with the tutor the doctor had from time to time heard tidings of this youth he knew that he had already shown symptoms of his father's vices but no symptoms of his father's talents he knew that he had begun life by being dissipated by being generous and that at the age of twenty-one he had already suffered from delirium tremens it was on this account that he had expressed disapprobation rather than surprise when he heard that his father intended to bequeath the bulk of his large fortune to the uncontrolled will of this unfortunate boy I have toiled for my money hard and I have a right to do as I like with it what other satisfaction can it give me the doctor assured him that he did not at all mean to dispute this Louis Philippe will do well enough you'll find, continued the baronet understanding what was passing within his companion's breast let a young fellow sew his wild oats while he's young and he'll be steady enough when he grows old but what if he never lives to get through the sewing thought the doctor to himself is on in so violent a manner as to leave no strength in the soil for the product of a more valuable crop it was of no use saying this however so he allowed Scatchard to continue if I had a free fling when I was a youngster I shouldn't have been so fond of the brandy bottle now but anyway my son shall be my heir I've had the gumption to make the money but I haven't the gumption to spend it my son however shall be able to ruffle it with the best of them I'll go bail he shall hold his head higher than every young Gresham will be able to hold his they are much of the same age as well I have caused to remember and so has her ladyship there now the fact was that Sir Roger Scatchard felt in his heart no special love for young Gresham but with her ladyship it might almost be a question whether she did not love the youth whom she had nursed almost as well as that other one who was her own proper offspring and will you not put any check on thoughtless expenditure if you live ten or twenty years as we hope you may it will become unnecessary but in making a will a man should always remember he may go off suddenly especially if he goes to bed with the brandy bottle under his head eh doctor but mind that's a medical secret but sigh what could he say on such a subject to such a man as this yes I have put a check on his expenditure I will not let his daily bread depend on any man I have therefore left him five hundred a year at his own disposal from the day of my death let him make what ducks and drakes of that he can five hundred a year certainly is not much said the doctor no nor do I want to keep him to that let him have whatever he wants if he sets about spending it properly but the bulk of the property this estate of Boxall Hill and the Gresham's free mortgage and all those other mortgages I have tied up in this way they shall all be his at twenty-five and up to that age it shall be in your power to give him what he wants if he shall die without children before he shall be twenty-five years of age they are all to go to Mary's eldest child now Mary was Sir Roger's sister the mother therefore of Miss Thorn and consequently the wife of the respectable ironmonger who went to America and the mother of a family there Mary's eldest child said the doctor feeling that the perspiration had nearly broken out on his forehead and that he could hardly control his feelings Mary's eldest child scattered you should be more particular in your description or you will leave your best legacy to the lawyers I don't know and never heard a name of one of them but do you mean a boy or a girl they may be all girls for what I know or all boys besides I don't care which it is a girl would probably do best with it only you'd have to see that she married some decent fellow you'd be her guardian Poo! Nonsense said the doctor five and twenty in a year or two in about four years and for all that's come and gone yet scattered you are not going to leave yourself quite so soon as all that not if I can help a doctor but that's as may be the chances attend to one that such a clause in your will will never come to bear quite so, quite so if I die Louis Philippe won't but I thought it right to put in something to prevent his squandering at all before he comes to his senses oh, quite right, quite right I think I would have named a later age than twenty five so would not I Louis Philippe will be all right by that time that's my look out and now doctor you know my will and if I die tomorrow you will know what I want you to do for me you have merely said the eldest child scattered that's all give it here and I'll read it to you no, never mind the eldest child you should be more particular scattered you should indeed consider what an enormous interest may have to depend on those words why, what the devil could I say I don't know their names never even heard of them but the eldest is the eldest all the world over perhaps I ought to say the youngest seeing that I am only a railway contractor scattered began to think he knows well go away and leave him to the society of winter-bones and the brandy but much as our friend had before expressed himself in a hurry he now seemed inclined to move very leisurely he sat there by the bedside resting his hands on his knees and gazing unconsciously at the counter-pane at last he gave a deep sigh and then he said scattered you must be more particular in this I don't have anything to do with it you must indeed be more explicit why, how the deuce can I be more explicit isn't her eldest living child plain enough whether he be Jack or she be Jill what did your lawyer say to this scattered lawyer, you don't suppose I let my lawyer know what I was putting no, I got the form and the paper and all that from him and had him here in one room it's all right enough the winter-bones wrote it he did it in such a way he did not know what he was writing the doctor sat a while longer still looking at the counter-pane and then got up to depart I'll see you again soon, said he tomorrow probably tomorrow, said Sir Roger not at all understanding why Dr. Thorne should talk of returning so soon tomorrow why I ain't so bad as that man, am I if you come so often as that you'll ruin me oh, not as a medical man not as that, but about this will scattered, I must think it over I must indeed you need not give yourself the least trouble in the world about my will till I'm dead, not the least and who knows, maybe I may be settling your affairs yet hey doctor, looking after your niece when you're dead and gone and getting a husband for her and then without further speech the doctor went his way End of Chapter 10


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