Mr. Harrison's Confessions
by Elizabeth Gaskell
The fire was burning gaily. My wife had just gone upstairs to put
baby to bed. Charles sat opposite to me, looking very brown and
handsome. It was pleasant enough that we should feel sure of spending
some weeks under the same roof, a thing which we had never done since
we were mere boys. I felt too lazy to talk, so I ate walnuts and looked
into the fire. But Charles grew restless.
'Now that your wife is gone upstairs, Will, you must tell me what
I've wanted to ask you ever since I saw her this morning. Tell me all
about the wooing and winning. I want to have the receipt for getting
such a charming little wife of my own. Your letters gave the barest
details. So set to, man, and tell me every particular.'
'If I tell you all, it will be a long story.'
'Never fear. If I get tired, I can go to sleep, and dream that I am
back again, a lonely bachelor, in Ceylon; and I can waken up when you
have done, to know that I am under your roof Dash away, man! "Once upon
a time, a gallant young bachelor"—There's a beginning for you!'
'Well, then: "Once upon a time, a gallant young bachelor" was
sorely puzzled where to settle, when he had completed his education as
a surgeon—I must speak in the first person; I cannot go on as a
gallant young bachelor. I had just finished walking the hospitals when
you went to Ceylon, and, if you remember, I wanted to go abroad like
you, and thought of offering myself as a ship-surgeon; but I found I
should rather lose caste in my profession; so I hesitated, and, while I
was hesitating, I received a letter from my father's cousin, Mr. Morgan
- that old gentleman who used to write such long letters of advice to
my mother, and who tipped me a five-pound note when I agreed to be
bound apprentice to Mr. Howard, instead of going to sea. Well, it seems
the old gentleman had all along thought of taking me as his partner, if
I turned out pretty well; and, as he heard a good account of me from an
old friend of his, who was a surgeon at Guy's, he wrote to propose this
arrangement: I was to have a third of the profits for five years, after
that, half; and eventually I was to succeed to the whole. It was no bad
offer for a penniless man like me, as Mr. Morgan had a capital country
practice, and, though I did not know him personally, I had formed a
pretty good idea of him, as an honourable, kind-hearted, fidgety,
meddlesome old bachelor; and a very correct notion it was, as I found
out in the very first half-hour of seeing him. I had had some idea that
I was to live in his house, as he was a bachelor and a kind of family
friend, and I think he was afraid that I should expect this
arrangement; for, when I walked up to his door, with the porter
carrying my portmanteau, he met me on the steps, and while he held my
hand and shook it, he said to the porter, "Jerry, if you'll wait a
moment, Mr. Harrison will be ready to go with you to his lodgings, at
Jocelyn's, you know;" and then, turning to me, he addressed his first
words of welcome. I was a little inclined to think him inhospitable,
but I got to understand him better afterwards. "Jocelyn's" said he, "is
the best place I have been able to hit upon in a hurry, and there is a
good deal of fever about, which made me desirous that you should come
this month—a low kind of typhoid, in the oldest part of the town. I
think you'll be comfortable there for a week or two. I have taken the
liberty of desiring my housekeeper to send down one or two things which
give the place a little more of a home aspect—an easy-chair, a
beautiful case of preparations, and one or two little matters in the
way of eatables; but, if you'll take my advice, I've a plan in my head
which we will talk about tomorrow morning. At present, I don't like to
keep you standing out on the steps here; so I'll not detain you from
your lodgings, where I rather think my housekeeper is gone to get tea
ready for you."
'I thought I understood the old gentleman's anxiety for his own
health, which he put upon care for mine; for he had on a kind of loose
grey coat, and no hat on his head. But I wondered that he did not ask
me indoors, instead of keeping me on the steps. I believe, after all, I
made a mistake in supposing he was afraid of taking cold; he was only
afraid of being seen in dishabille. And for his apparent inhospitality,
I had not been long in Duncombe before I understood the comfort of
having one's house considered as a castle into which no one might
intrude, and saw good reason for the practice Mr. Morgan had
established of coming to his door to speak to every one. It was only
the effect of habit that made him receive me so. Before long, I had the
free run of his house.
'There was every sign of kind attention and forethought on the part
of someone, whom I could not doubt to be Mr. Morgan, in my lodgings. I
was too lazy to do much that evening, and sat in the little bow-window
which projected over Jocelyn's shop, looking up and down the street.
Duncombe calls itself a town, but I should call it a village. Really,
looking from Jocelyn's, it is a very picturesque place. The houses are
anything but regular; they may be mean in their details; but altogether
they look well; they have not that flat unrelieved front, which many
towns of far more pretensions present. Here and there a bow-window—
every now and then a gable, cutting up against the sky—occasionally a
projecting upper storey—throws good effect of light and shadow along
the street; and they have a queer fashion of their own of colouring the
whitewash of some of the houses with a sort of pink blotting-paper
tinge, more like the stone of which Mayence is built than anything
else. It may be very bad taste, but to my mind it gives a rich warmth
to the colouring. Then, here and there a dwelling-house had a court in
front, with a grass-plot on each side of the flagged walk, and a large
tree or two—limes or horse-chestnut—which sent their great
projecting upper branches over into the street, making round dry places
of shelter on the pavement in the times of summer showers.
'While I was sitting in the bow-window, thinking of the contrast
between this place and the lodgings in the heart of London, which I had
left only twelve hours before—the window open here, and, although in
the centre of the town, admitting only scents from the mignonette boxes
on the sill, instead of the dust and smoke of—Street—the only sound
heard in this, the principal street, being the voices of mothers
calling their playing children home to bed, and the eight o'clock bell
of the old parish church bimbomming in remembrance of the curfew: while
I was sitting thus idly, the door opened, and the little maidservant,
dropping a courtesy, said:
'"Please, sir, Mrs. Munton's compliments, and she would be glad to
know how you are after your journey."
'There! was not that hearty and kind? Would even the dearest chum I
had at Guy's have thought of doing such a thing? while Mrs. Munton,
whose name I had never heard of before, was doubtless suffering anxiety
till I could relieve her mind by sending back word that I was pretty
'"My compliments to Mrs. Munton, and I am pretty well: much obliged
to her." It was as well to say only "pretty well", for "very well"
would have destroyed the interest Mrs. Munton evidently felt in me.
Good Mrs. Munton! Kind Mrs. Munton! Perhaps, also, young—handsome—
rich—widowed Mrs. Munton! I rubbed my hands with delight and
amusement, and, resuming my post of observation, began to wonder at
which house Mrs. Munton lived.
'Again the little tap, and the little maid-servant:
'"Please, sir, the Miss Tomkinsons' compliments, and they would be
glad to know how you feel yourself after your journey."
'I don't know why, but the Miss Tomkinsons' name had not such a
halo about it as Mrs. Munton's. Still it was very pretty in the Miss
Tomkinsons to send and inquire. I only wished I did not feel so
perfectly robust. I was almost ashamed that I could not send word I was
quite exhausted by fatigue, and had fainted twice since my arrival. If
I had but had a headache, at least! I heaved a deep breath: my chest
was in perfect order; I had caught no cold: so I answered again:
'"Much obliged to the Miss Tomkinsons; I am not much fatigued;
tolerably well: my compliments."
'Little Sally could hardly have got downstairs, before she
returned, bright and breathless:
'"Mr. and Mrs. Bullock's compliments, sir, and they hope you are
pretty well after your journey."
'Who would have expected such kindness from such an unpromising
name? Mr. and Mrs. Bullock were less interesting, it is true, than
their predecessors; but I graciously replied:
'"My compliments; a night's rest will perfectly recruit me."
'The same message was presently brought up from one or two more
unknown kind hearts. I really wished I were not so ruddy-looking. I was
afraid I should disappoint the tender-hearted town when they saw what a
hale young fellow I was. And I was almost ashamed of confessing to a
great appetite when Sally came up to inquire what I would have.
Beefsteaks were so tempting; but perhaps I ought rather to have
water-gruel, and go to bed. The beefsteak carried the day, however. I
need not have felt such a gentle elation of spirits, as this mark of
the town's attention is paid to every one when they arrive after a
journey. Many of the same people have sent to inquire after you—
great, hulking, brown fellow as you are—only Sally spared you the
infliction of devising interesting answers.
'The next morning Mr. Morgan came before I had finished breakfast.
He was the most dapper little man I ever met. I see the affection with
which people cling to the style of dress that was in vogue when they
were beaux and belles, and received the most admiration. They are
unwilling to believe that their youth and beauty are gone, and think
that the prevailing mode is unbecoming. Mr. Morgan will inveigh by the
hour together against frock-coats, for instance, and whiskers. He keeps
his chin close shaven, wears a black dress-coat, and dark-grey
pantaloons; and in his morning round to his town patients, he
invariably wears the brightest and blackest of Hessian boots, with
dangling silk tassels on each side. When he goes home, about ten
o'clock, to prepare for his ride to see his country patients, he puts
on the most dandy top-boots I ever saw, which he gets from some
wonderful bootmaker a hundred miles off. His appearance is what one
calls "jemmy"; there is no other word that will do for it. He was
evidently a little discomfited when he saw me in my breakfast costume,
with the habits which I brought with me front the fellows at Guy's; my
feet against the fireplace, my chair balanced on its hind legs (a habit
of sitting which I afterwards discovered he particularly abhorred);
slippers on my feet (which, also, he considered a most ungentlemanly
piece of untidiness "out of a bedroom"); in short, from what I
afterwards learned, every prejudice he had was outraged by my
appearance on this first visit of his. I put my book down, and sprang
up to receive him. He stood, hat and cane in hand.
'"I came to inquire if it would be convenient for you to accompany
me on my morning's round, and to be introduced to a few of our
friends." I quite detected the little tone of coldness, induced by his
disappointment at my appearance, though he never imagined that it was
in any way perceptible. "I will be ready directly, sir," said I; and
bolted into my bedroom, only too happy to escape his scrutinising eye.
'When I returned, I was made aware, by sundry indescribable little
coughs and hesitating noises, that my dress did not satisfy him. I
stood ready, hat and gloves in hand; but still he did not offer to set
off on our round. I grew very red and hot. At length he said: '"Excuse
me, my dear young friend, but may I ask if you have no other coat
besides that—'cut-away,' I believe you call them? We are rather
sticklers for propriety, I believe, in Duncombe; and much depends on a
first impression. Let it be professional, my dear sir. Black is the
garb of our profession. Forgive my speaking so plainly; but I consider
myself in loco parentis."
'He was so kind, so bland, and, in truth, so friendly, that I felt
it would be most childish to take offence; but I had a little
resentment in my heart at this way of being treated. However, I
murmured, "Oh, certainly, sir, if you wish it;" and returned once more
to change my coat—my poor cut-away.
'"Those coats, sir, give a man rather too much of a sporting
appearance, not quite befitting the learned professions; more as if you
came down here to hunt than to be the Galen or Hippocrates of the
neighbourhood." He smiled graciously, so I smothered a sigh; for, to
tell you the truth, I had rather anticipated—and, in fact, had
boasted at Guy's of—the runs I hoped to have with the hounds; for
Duncombe was in a famous hunting district. But all these ideas were
quite dispersed when Mr. Morgan led me to the inn-yard, where there was
a horse-dealer on his way to a neighbouring fair, and "strongly advised
me"—which in our relative circumstances was equivalent to an
injunction—to purchase a little, useful, fast-trotting, brown cob,
instead of a fine showy horse, "who would take any fence I put him to,"
as the horse-dealer assured me. Mr. Morgan was evidently pleased when I
bowed to his decision, and gave up all hopes of an occasional hunt.
'He opened out a great deal more after this purchase. He told me
his plan of establishing me in a house of my own, which looked more
respectable, not to say professional, than being in lodgings; and then
he went on to say that he had lately lost a friend, a brother surgeon
in a neighouring town, who had left a widow with a small income, who
would be very glad to live with me, and act as mistress to my
establishment; thus lessening the expense.
'"She is a lady-like woman," said Mr. Morgan, "to judge from the
little I have seen of her; about forty-five or so; and may really be of
some help to you in the little etiquettes of our profession—the
slight delicate attentions which every man has to learn, if he wishes
to get on in life. This is Mrs. Munton's, sir" said he, stopping short
at a very unromantic-looking green door, with a brass knocker.
'I had no time to say, "Who is Mrs. Munton?" before we had heard
Mrs. Munton was at home, and were following the tidy elderly servant up
the narrow carpeted stairs into the drawing-room. Mrs. Munton was the
widow of a former vicar, upwards of sixty, rather deaf, but, like all
the deaf people I have ever seen, very fond of talking; perhaps because
she then knew the subject, which passed out of her grasp when another
began to speak. She was ill of a chronic complaint, which often
incapacitated her from going out; and the kind people of the town were
in the habit of coming to see her and sit with her, and of bringing her
the newest, freshest, tit-bits of news; so that her room was the centre
of the gossip of Duncombe—not of scandal, mind; for I make a
distinction between gossip and scandal. Now you can fancy the
discrepancy between the ideal and the real Mrs. Munton. Instead of any
foolish notion of a beautiful blooming widow, tenderly anxious about
the health of the stranger, I saw a homely, talkative, elderly person,
with a keen observant eye, and marks of suffering on her face; plain in
manner and dress, but still unmistakably a lady. She talked to Mr.
Morgan, but she looked at me; and I saw that nothing I did escaped her
notice. Mr. Morgan annoyed me by his anxiety to show me off, but he was
kindly anxious to bring out every circumstance to my credit in Mrs.
Munton's hearing, knowing well that the town-crier had not more
opportunities to publish all about me than she had.
'"What was that remark you repeated to me of Sir Astley Cooper's?"
asked he. It had been the most trivial speech in the world that I had
named as we walked along, and I felt ashamed of having to repeat it:
but it answered Mr. Morgan's purpose, and before night all the town had
heard that I was a favourite pupil of Sir Astley's (I had never seen
him but twice in my life); and Mr. Morgan was afraid that as soon as he
knew my full value I should be retained by Sir Astley to assist him in
his duties as surgeon to the Royal Family. Every little circumstance
was pressed into the conversation which could add to my importance.
'"As I once heard Sir Robert Peel remark to Mr. Harrison, the
father of our young friend here—The moons in August are remarkably
full and bright." If you remember, Charles, my father was always proud
of having sold a pair of gloves to Sir Robert, when he was staying at
the Grange, near Biddicombe, and I suppose good Mr. Morgan had paid his
only visit to my father at the time; but Mrs. Munton evidently looked
at me with double respect after this incidental remark, which I was
amused to meet with, a few months afterwards, disguised in the
statement that my father was an intimate friend of the Premier's, and
had, in fact, been the adviser of most of the measures taken by him in
public life. I sat by, half indignant and half amused. Mr. Morgan
looked so complacently pleased at the whole effect of the conversation,
that I did not care to mar it by explanations; and, indeed, I had
little idea at the time how small sayings were the seeds of great
events in the town of Duncombe. When we left Mrs. Munton's, he was in a
blandly communicative mood.
'"You will find it a curious statistical fact, but five-sixths of
our householders of a certain rank in Duncombe are women. We have
widows and old maids in rich abundance. In fact, my dear sir, I believe
that you and I are almost the only gentlemen in the place—Mr.
Bullock, of course, excepted. By gentlemen, I mean professional men. It
behoves us to remember, sir, that so many of the female sex rely upon
us for the kindness and protection which every man who is worthy of the
name is always so happy to render."
'Miss Tomkinson, on whom we next called, did not strike me as
remarkably requiring protection from any man. She was a tall, gaunt,
masculine-looking woman, with an air of defiance about her, naturally;
this, however, she softened and mitigated, as far as she was able, in
favour of Mr. Morgan. He, it seemed to me, stood a little in awe of the
lady, who was very brusque and plain spoken, and evidently piqued
herself on her decision of character and sincerity of speech.
'"So this is the Mr. Harrison we have heard so much of from you,
Mr. Morgan? I must say, from what I had heard, that I had expected
something a little more—hum—hum! But he's young yet; he's young. We
have been all anticipating an Apollo, Mr. Harrison, from Mr. Morgan's
description, and an ®sculapius combined in one; or, perhaps I might
confine myself to saying Apollo, as he, I believe, was the god of
'How could Mr. Morgan have described me without seeing me? I asked
'Miss Tomkinson put on her spectacles, and adjusted them on her
Roman nose. Suddenly relaxing from her severity of inspection, she said
to Mr. Morgan—"But you must see Caroline. I had nearly forgotten it;
she is busy with the girls, but I will send for her. She had a bad
headache yesterday, and looked very pale; it made me very
'She rang the bell, and desired the servant to fetch Miss Caroline.
'Miss Caroline was the younger sister—younger by twenty years;
and so considered as a child by Miss Tomkinson, who was fifty-five, at
the very least. If she was considered as a child, she was also petted
and caressed, and cared for as a child; for she had been left as a baby
to the charge of her elder sister; and when the father died, and they
had to set up a school, Miss Tomkinson took upon herself every
difficult arrangement, and denied herself every pleasure, and made
every sacrifice in order that "Carry" might not feel the change in
their circumstances. My wife tells me she once knew the sisters
purchase a piece of silk, enough, with management, to have made two
gowns; but Carry wished for flounces, or some such fal-lals; and
without a word, Miss Tomkinson gave up her gown to have the whole made
up as Carry wished, into one handsome one; and wore an old shabby
affair herself as cheerfully as if it were Genoa velvet. That tells the
sort of relationship between the sisters as well as anything, and I
consider myself very good to name it thus early; for it was long before
I found out Miss Tomkinson's real goodness, and we had a great quarrel
first. Miss Caroline looked very delicate and die-away when she came
in; she was as soft and sentimental as Miss Tomkinson was hard and
masculine; and had a way of saying, "Oh, sister, how can you?" at Miss
Tomkinson's startling speeches, which I never liked—especially as it
was accompanied by a sort of protesting look at the company present, as
if she wished to have it understood that she was shocked at her
sister's outre manners. Now, that was not faithful between sisters. A
remonstrance in private might have done good—though, for my own part,
I have grown to like Miss Tomkinson's speeches and ways; but I don't
like the way some people have of separating themselves from what may be
unpopular in their relations. I know I spoke rather shortly to Miss
Caroline when she asked me whether I could bear the change from "the
great metropolis" to a little country village. In the first place, why
could not she call it "London," or "town," and have done with it? And,
in the next place, why should she not love the place that was her home
well enough to fancy that every one would like it when they came to
know it as well as she did?
'I was conscious I was rather abrupt in my conversation with her,
and I saw that Mr. Morgan was watching me, though he pretended to be
listening to Miss Tomkinson's whispered account of her sister's
symptoms. But when we were once more in the street, he began, "My dear
'I winced; for all the morning I had noticed that when he was going
to give a little unpalatable advice, he always began with "My dear
young friend." He had done so about the horse.
'"My dear young friend, there are one or two hints I should like to
give you about your manner. The great Sir Everard Home used to say, "A
general practitioner should either have a very good manner, or a very
bad one." Now, in the latter case, he must be possessed of talents and
acquirements sufficient to ensure his being sought after, whatever his
manner might be. But the rudeness will give notoriety to these
qualifications. Abernethy is a case in point. I rather, myself,
question the taste of bad manners. I, therefore, have studied to
acquire an attentive, anxious politeness, which combines case and grace
with a tender regard and interest. I am not aware whether I have
succeeded (few men do) in coming up to my ideal; but I recommend you to
strive after this manner, peculiarly befitting our profession. Identify
yourself with your patients, my dear sir. You have sympathy in your
good heart, I am sure, to really feel pain when listening to their
account of their sufferings, and it soothes them to see the expression
of this feeling in your manner. It is, in fact, sir, manners that make
the man in our profession. I don't set myself up as an example—far
from it; but—This is Mr. Hutton's, our vicar; one of the servants is
indisposed, and I shall be glad of the opportunity of introducing you.
We can resume our conversation at another time."
'I had not been aware that we had been holding a conversation, in
which, I believe, the assistance of two persons is required. Why had
not Mr. Hutton sent to ask after my health the evening before,
according to the custom of the place? I felt rather offended.
'The vicarage was on the north side of the street, at the end
opening towards the hills. It was a long low house, receding behind its
neighbours; a court was between the door and the street, with a
flag-walk and an old stone cistern on the right-hand side of the door;
Solomon's seal growing under the windows. Some one was watching from
behind the window-curtain; for the door opened, as if by magic, as soon
as we reached it; and we entered a low room, which served as hall, and
was matted all over, with deep old-fashioned window-seats, and Dutch
tiles in the fire-place; altogether it was very cool and refreshing,
after the hot sun in the white and red street.
'"Bessie is not so well, Mr. Morgan," said the sweet little girl of
eleven or so, who had opened the door. "Sophy wanted to send for you;
but papa said he was sure you would come soon this morning, and we were
to remember that there were other sick people wanting you."
'"Here's Mr. Morgan, Sophy," said she, opening the door into an
inner room, to which we descended by a step, as I remember well; for I
was nearly falling down it, I was so caught by the picture within. It
was like a picture—at least, seen through the door-frame. A sort of
mixture of crimson and sea-green in the room, and a sunny garden
beyond; a very low casement window, open to the amber air; clusters of
white roses peeping in; and Sophy sitting on a cushion on the ground,
the light coming from above on her head, and a little sturdy round-eyed
brother kneeling by her, to whom she was teaching the alphabet. It was
a mighty relief to him when we came in, as I could see; and I am much
mistaken if he was easily caught again to say his lesson, when he was
once sent off to find papa. Sophy rose quietly; and of course we were
just introduced, and that was all, before she took Mr. Morgan upstairs
to see her sick servant. I was left to myself in the room. It looked so
like a home that it at once made me know the full charm of the word.
There were books and work about, and tokens of employment; there was a
child's plaything on the floor, and against the sea-green walls there
hung a likeness or two, done in water-colours; one, I am sure, was that
of Sophy's mother. The chairs and sofa were covered with chintz, the
same as the curtains—a little pretty red rose on a white ground. I
don't know where the crimson came from, but I am sure there was crimson
somewhere; perhaps in the carpet. There was a glass door besides the
window, and you went up a step into the garden. This was, first, a
grass plot, just under the windows, and, beyond that, straight gravel
walks, with box-borders and narrow flower-beds on each side, most
brilliant and gay at the end of August, as it was then; and behind the
flower-borders were fruit-trees trained over woodwork, so as to shut
out the beds of kitchen-garden within.
'While I was looking round, a gentleman came in, who, I was sure,
was the Vicar. It was rather awkward, for I had to account for my
'"I came with Mr. Morgan; my name is Harrison," said I, bowing. I
could see he was not much enlightened by this explanation, but we sat
down and talked about the time of year, or some such matter, till Sophy
and Mr. Morgan came back. Then I saw Mr. Morgan to advantage. With a
man whom he respected, as he did the Vicar, he lost the prim,
artificial manner he had in general, and was calm and dignified; but
not so dignified as the Vicar. I never saw any one like him. He was
very quiet and reserved, almost absent at times; his personal
appearance was not striking; but he was altogether a man you would talk
to with your hat off whenever you met him. It was his character that
produced this effect—character that he never thought about, but that
appeared in every word, and look, and motion.
'"Sophy," said he, "Mr. Morgan looks very warm; could you not
gather a few jargonelle pears off the south wall? I fancy there are
some ripe there. Our jargonelle pears are remarkably early this year."
'Sophy went into the sunny garden, and I saw her take a rake and
tilt at the pears, which were above her reach, apparently. The parlour
had become chilly (I found out afterwards it had a flag floor, which
accounts for its coldness), and I thought I should like to go into the
warm sun. I said I would go and help the young lady; and, without
waiting for an answer, I went into the warm scented garden, where the
bees were rifling the flowers, and making a continual busy sound. I
think Sophy had begun to despair of getting the fruit, and was glad of
my assistance. I thought I was very senseless to have knocked them down
so soon, when I found we were to go in as soon as they were gathered. I
should have liked to have walked round the garden, but Sophy walked
straight off with the pears, and I could do nothing but follow her. She
took up her needlework while we ate them: they were very soon finished,
and, when the Vicar had ended his conversation with Mr. Morgan about
some poor people, we rose up to come away. I was thankful that Mr.
Morgan had said so little about me. I could not have endured that he
should have introduced Sir Astley Cooper or Sir Robert Peel at the
vicarage; nor yet could I have brooked much mention of my "great
opportunities for acquiring a thorough knowledge of my profession,"
which I had heard him describe to Miss Tomkinson, while her sister was
talking to me. Luckily, however, he spared me all this at the Vicar's.
When we left, it was time to mount our horses and go the country
rounds, and I was glad of it.
'By-and-by the inhabitants of Duncombe began to have parties in my
honour. Mr. Morgan told me it was on my account, or I don't think I
should have found it out. But he was pleased at every fresh invitation,
and rubbed his hands, and chuckled, as if it was a compliment to
himself, as in truth it was.
'Meanwhile, the arrangement with Mrs. Rose had been brought to a
conclusion. She was to bring her furniture and place it in a house, of
which I was to pay the rent. She was to be the mistress, and, in
return, she was not to pay anything for her board. Mr. Morgan took the
house and delighted in advising and settling all my affairs. I was
partly indolent, and partly amused, and was altogether passive. The
house he took for me was near his own: it had two sitting-rooms
downstairs, opening into each other by folding-doors, which were,
however, kept shut in general. The back room was my consulting-room
("the library," he advised me to call it), and he gave me a skull to
put on the top of my bookcase, in which the medical books were all
ranged on the conspicuous shelves; while Miss Austen, Dickens and
Thackeray were, by Mr. Morgan himself, skilfully placed in a careless
way, upside down or with their backs turned to the wall. The front
parlour was to be the dining-room, and the room above was furnished
with Mrs. Rose's drawing-room chairs and table, though I found she
preferred sitting downstairs in the dining room close to the window,
where, between every stitch, she could look up and see what was going
on in the street. I felt rather queer to be the master of this house,
filled with another person's furniture, before I had even seen the lady
whose property it was.
Presently she arrived. Mr. Morgan met her at the inn where the
coach stopped, and accompanied her to my house. I could see them out of
the drawing-room window, the little gentleman stepping daintily along,
flourishing his cane, and evidently talking away. She was a little
taller than he was, and in deep widow's mourning; such veils and fails,
and capes and cloaks, that she looked like a black crape haycock. When
we were introduced, she put up her thick veil and looked around and
'"Your appearance and circumstances, Mr. Harrison, remind me
forcibly of the time when I was married to my dear husband, now at
rest. He was then, like you, commencing practice as a surgeon. For
twenty years I sympathised with him, and assisted him by every means in
my power, even to making up pills when the young man was out. May we
live together in like harmony for an equal length of time! May the
regard between us be equally sincere, although, instead of being
conjugal, it is to be maternal and filial!"
'I am sure she had been concocting this speech in the coach, for
she afterwards told me she was the only passenger. When she had ended,
I felt as if I ought to have had a glass of wine in my hand to drink,
after the manner of toasts. And yet I doubt if I should have done it
heartily, for I did not hope to live with her for twenty years; it had
rather a dreary sound. However, I only bowed and kept my thoughts to
myself. I asked Mr. Morgan, while Mrs. Rose was upstairs taking off her
things, to stay to tea; to which he agreed, and kept rubbing his hands
with satisfaction, saying:
'"Very fine woman, sir; very fine woman! And what a manner! How she
will receive patients, who may wish to leave a message during your
absence. Such a flow of words to be sure!"
'Mr. Morgan could not stay long after tea, as there were one or two
cases to be seen. I would willingly have gone, and had my hat on,
indeed, for the purpose, when he said it would not be respectful, "not
the thing," to leave Mrs. Rose the first evening of her arrival.
'"Tender deference to the sex—to a widow in the first months of
her loneliness—requires a little consideration, my dear sir. I will
leave that case at Miss Tomkinson's for you; you will perhaps call
early tomorrow morning. Miss Tomkinson is rather particular, and is apt
to speak plainly if she does not think herself properly attended to."
'I had often noticed that he shuffled off the visits to Miss
Tomkinson's on me, and I suspect he was a little afraid of the lady.
'It was rather a long evening with Mrs. Rose. She had nothing to
do, thinking it civil, I suppose, to stop in the parlour, and not go
upstairs and unpack. I begged I might be no restraint upon her if she
wished to do so; but (rather to my disappointment) she smiled in a
measured, subdued way, and said it would be a pleasure to her to become
better acquainted with me. She went upstairs once, and my heart misgave
me when I saw her come down with a clean folded pocket-handkerchief Oh,
my prophetic soul!—she was no sooner seated, than she began to give
me an account of her late husband's illness, and symptoms, and death.
It was a very common case, but she evidently seemed to think it had
been peculiar. She had just a smattering of medical knowledge and used
the technical terms so very mal-apropos that I could hardly keep from
smiling; but I would not have done it for the world, she was evidently
in such deep and sincere distress. At last she said:
'"I have the 'dognoses' of my dear husband's complaint in my desk,
Mr. Harrison, if you would like to draw up the case for the Lancet. I
think he would have felt gratified, poor fellow, if he had been told
such a compliment would be paid to his remains, and that his case
should appear in those distinguished columns."
'It was rather awkward; for the case was of the very commonest, as
I said before. However, I had not been even this short time in practice
without having learnt a few of those noises which do not compromise
one, and yet may bear a very significant construction if the listener
chooses to exert a little imagination.
'Before the end of the evening, we were such friends that she
brought me down the late Mr. Rose's picture to look at. She told me she
could not bear herself to gaze upon the beloved features; but that, if
I would look upon the miniature, she would avert her face. I offered to
take it into my own hands, but she seemed wounded at the proposal, and
said she never, never could trust such a treasure out of her own
possession; so she turned her head very much over her left shoulder,
while I examined the likeness held by her extended right arm.
'The late Mr. Rose must have been rather a good-looking jolly man;
and the artist had given him such a broad smile, and such a twinkle
about the eyes, that it really was hard to help smiling back at him.
However, I restrained myself.
'At first Mrs. Rose objected to accepting any of the invitations
which were sent her to accompany me to the tea-parties in the town. She
was so good and simple that I was sure she had no other reason than the
one which she alleged—the short time that had elapsed sine her
husband's death; or else, now that I had had some experience of the
entertainments which she declined so pertinaciously, I might have
suspected that she was glad of the excuse. I used sometimes to wish
that I was a widow. I came home tired from a hard day's riding, and, if
I had but felt sure that Mr. Morgan would not come in, I should
certainly have put on my slippers and my loose morning coat, and have
indulged in a cigar in the garden. It seemed a cruel sacrifice to
society to dress myself in tight boots, and a stiff coat, and go to a
five-o'clock tea. But Mr. Morgan read me such lectures upon the
necessity of cultivating the goodwill of the people among whom I was
settled, and seemed so sorry, and almost hurt, when I once complained
of the dulness of these parties, that I felt I could not be so selfish
as to decline more than one out of three. Mr. Morgan, if he found that
I had an invitation for the evening, would often take the longer round,
and the more distant visits. I suspected him at first of the design,
which I confess I often entertained, of shirking the parties; but I
soon found out he was really making a sacrifice of his inclinations for
what he considered to be my advantage.
'There was one invitation which seemed to promise a good deal of
pleasure. Mr. Bullock (who is the attorney of Duncombe) was married a
second time to a lady from a large provincial town; she wished to lead
the fashion—a thing very easy to do, for every one was willing to
follow her. So, instead of giving a tea-party in my honour, she
proposed a picnic to some old hall in the neighbourhood; and really the
arrangement sounded tempting enough. Every patient we had seemed full
of the subject—both those who were invited and those who were not.
There was a moat round the house, with a boat on it; and there was a
gallery in the hall, from which music sounded delightfully. The family
to whom the place belonged were abroad, and lived at a newer and
grander mansion when they were at home; there were only a farmer and
his wife in the old hall, and they were to have the charge of the
preparations. The little kind-hearted town was delighted when the sun
shone bright on the October morning of our picnic; the shopkeepers and
cottagers all looked pleased as they saw the cavalcade gathering at Mr.
Bullock's door. We were somewhere about twenty in number; a "silent
few," she called us; but I thought we were quite enough. There were the
Miss Tomkinsons, and two of their young ladies—one of them belonged
to a "county family," Mrs. Bullock told me in a whisper; then came Mr.
and Mrs. and Miss Bullock, and a tribe of little children, the
offspring of the present wife. Miss Bullock was only a step-daughter.
Mrs. Munton had accepted the invitation to join our party, which was
rather unexpected by the host and hostess, I imagine, from little
remarks that I overheard; but they made her very welcome. Miss Horsman
(a maiden lady who had been on a visit from home till last week) was
another. And last, there were the Vicar and his children. These, with
Mr. Morgan and myself, made up the party. I was very much pleased to
see something more of the Vicar's family. He had come in occasionally
to the evening parties, it is true; and spoken kindly to us all; but it
was not his habit to stay very long at them. And his daughter was, he
said, too young to visit. She had had the charge of her little sisters
and brother since her mother's death, which took up a good deal of her
time, and she was glad of the evenings to pursue her own studies. But
today the case was different; and Sophy, and Helen, and Lizzie, and
even little Walter, were all there, standing at Mrs. Bullock's door;
for we none of us could be patient enough to sit still in the parlour
with Mrs. Munton and the elder ones, quietly waiting for the two
chaises and the spring-cart, which were to have been there by two
o'clock, and now it was nearly a quarter past. "Shameful! the
brightness of the day would be gone." The sympathetic shopkeepers,
standing at their respective doors with their hands in their pockets,
had, one and all, their heads turned in the direction from which the
carriages (as Mrs. Bullock called them) were to come. There was a
rumble along the paved street; and the shopkeepers turned and smiled,
and bowed their heads congratulatingly to us; all the mothers and all
the little children of the place stood clustering round the door to see
us set off. I had my horse waiting; and, meanwhile, I assisted people
into their vehicles. One sees good deal of management on such
occasions. Mrs. Munton was handed first into one of the chaises; then
there was a little hanging back, for most of the young people wished to
go in the cart—I don't know why. Miss Horsman, however, came forward,
and as she was known to be the intimate friend of Mrs. Munton, so far
it was satisfactory. But who was to be third—bodkin with two old
ladies, who liked the windows shut? I saw Sophy speaking to Helen; and
then she came forward and offered to be the third. The two old ladies
looked pleased and glad (as every one did near Sophy); so that
chaise-full was arranged. Just as it was going off, however, the
servant from the vicarage came running with a note for her master. When
he had read it, he went to the chaise door, and I suppose told Sophy,
what I afterwards heard him say to Mrs. Bullock, that the clergyman of
a neighbouring parish was ill, and unable to read the funeral service
for one of his parishioners, who was to be buried that afternoon. The
Vicar was, of course, obliged to go, and said he should not return home
that night. It seemed a relief to some, I perceived, to be without the
little restraint of his dignified presence. Mr. Morgan came up just at
the moment, having ridden hard all the morning to be in time to join
our party; so we were resigned, on the whole, to the Vicar's absence.
His own family regretted him the most, I noticed, and I liked them all
the better for it. I believe that I came next in being sorry for his
departure; but I respected and admired him, and felt always the better
for having been in his company. Miss Tomkinson, Mrs. Bullock, and the
'county' young lady, were in the next chaise. I think the last would
rather have been in the cart with the younger and merrier set, but I
imagine that was considered infra dig. The remainder of the party were
to ride and tie; and a most riotous laughing set they were. Mr. Morgan
and I were on horseback; at least I led my horse, with little Walter
riding on him; his fat, sturdy legs standing stiff out on each side of
my cob's broad back. He was a little darling, and chattered all the
way, his sister Sophy being the heroine of all his stories. I found he
owed this day's excursion entirely to her begging papa to let him come;
nurse was strongly against it—"cross old nurse!" he called her once,
and then said, "No, not cross; kind nurse; Sophy tells Walter not to
say cross nurse." I never saw so young a child so brave. The horse
shied at a log of wood. Walter looked very red, and grasped the mane,
but sat upright like a little man, and never spoke all the time the
horse was dancing. When it was over he looked at me, and smiled:
'"You would not let me be hurt, Mr. Harrison, would you?" He was
the most winning little fellow I ever saw.
'There were frequent cries to me from the cart, "Oh, Mr. Harrison!
do get us that branch of blackberries; you can reach it with your whip
handle." "Oh, Mr. Harrison! there were such splendid nuts on the other
side of that hedge; would you just turn back for them?" Miss Caroline
Tomkinson was once or twice rather faint with the motion of the cart,
and asked me for my smelling-bottle, as she had forgotten hers. I was
amused at the idea of my carrying such articles about with me. Then she
thought she should like to walk, and got out, and came on my side of
the road; but I found little Waiter the pleasanter companion, and soon
set the horse off into a trot, with which pace her tender constitution
could not keep up.
'The road to the old hall was along a sandy lane, with high
hedge-banks; the wych-elms almost met overhead. "Shocking farming!" Mr.
Bullock called out; and so it might be, but it was very pleasant and
picturesque-looking. The trees were gorgeous, in their orange and
crimson hues, varied by great dark green holly-bushes, glistening in
the autumn sun. I should have thought the colours too vivid, if I had
seen them in a picture, especially when we wound up the brow, after
crossing the little bridge over the brook—(what laughing and
screaming there was as the cart splashed through the sparkling water!)
- and I caught the purple hills beyond. We could see the old hall, too,
from that point, with its warm rich woods billowing up behind, and the
blue waters of the moat lying still under the sunlight.
'Laughing and talking is very hungry work, and there was a
universal petition for dinner when we arrived at the lawn before the
hall, where it had been arranged that we were to dine. I saw Miss Carry
take Miss Tomkinson aside, and whisper to her; and presently the elder
sister came up to me, where I was busy, rather apart, making a seat of
hay, which I had fetched from the farmer's loft for my little friend
Walter, who, I had noticed, was rather hoarse, and for whom I was
afraid of a seat on the grass, dry as it appeared to be.
"Mr. Harrison, Caroline tells me she has been feeling very faint,
and she is afraid of a return of one of her attacks. She says she has
more confidence in your medical powers than in Mr. Morgan's. I should
not be sincere if I did not say that I differ from her; but, as it is
so, may I beg you to keep an eve upon her? I tell her she had better
not have conic if she did not feel well; but, poor girl, she had set
her heart upon this day's pleasure. I have offered to go home with her;
but she says, if she can only feel sure you are at hand, she would
'Of course I bowed, and promised all due attendance on Miss
Caroline; and in the meantime, until she did require my services, I
thought I might as well go and help the Vicar's daughter, who looked so
fresh and pretty in her white muslin dress, here, there, and
everywhere, now in the sunshine, now in the green shade, helping every
one to be comfortable, and thinking of every one but herself.
'Presently Mr. Morgan came up.
'"Miss Caroline does not feel quite well. I have promised your
services to her sister."
'"So have I, sir. But Miss Sophy cannot carry this heavy basket."
'I did not mean her to have heard this excuse; but she caught it up
'"Oh, yes, I can! I can take the things out one by one. Go to poor
Miss Caroline, pray, Mr. Harrison."
'I went; but very unwillingly, I must say. When I had once seated
myself by her, I think she must have felt better. It was, probably,
only a nervous fear, which was relieved when she knew she had
assistance near at hand; for she made a capital dinner. I thought she
would never end her modest requests for "just a little more pigeon-pie,
or a merry-thought of chicken." Such a hearty meal would, I hope,
effectually revive her; and so it did; for she told me she thought she
could manage to walk round the garden, and see the old peacock yews, if
I would kindly give her my arm. It was very provoking; I had so set my
heart upon being with the Vicar's children. I advised Miss Caroline
strongly to lie down a little, and rest before tea, on the sofa in the
farmer's kitchen; you cannot think how persuasively I begged her to
take care of herself. At last she consented, thanking me for my tender
interest; she should never forget my kind attention to her. She little
knew what was in my mind at the time. However, she was safely consigned
to the farmer's wife, and I was rushing out in search of a white gown
and a waving figure, when I encountered Mrs. Bullock at the door of the
hall. She was a fine, fierce-looking woman. I thought she had appeared
a little displeased at my (unwilling) attentions to Miss Caroline at
dinner-time; but now, seeing me alone, she was all smiles.
'"Oh, Mr. Harrison, all alone! How is that? What are the young
ladies about to allow such churlishness? And, by the way, I have left a
young lady who will be very glad of your assistance, I am sure—my
daughter, Jemima (her step-daughter, she meant). Mr. Bullock is so
particular, and so tender a father, that he would be frightened to
death at the idea of her going into the boat on the moat unless she was
with some one who could swim. He is gone to discuss the new
wheel-plough with the farmer (you know agriculture is his hobby,
although law, horrid law, is his business). But the poor girl is pining
on the bank, longing for my permission to join the others, which I dare
not give unless you will kindly accompany her, and promise, if any
accident happens, to preserve her safe.
'Oh, Sophy, why was no one anxious about you?
'Miss Bullock was standing by the water-side, looking wistfully, as
I thought, at the water party; the sound of whose merry laughter came
pleasantly enough from the boat, which lay off (for, indeed, no one
knew how to row, and she was of a clumsy flat-bottomed build) about a
hundred yards, "weather-bound," as they shouted out, among the long
stalks of the water-lilies.
'Miss Bullock did not look up till I came close to her; and then,
when I told her my errand, she lifted up her great, heavy, sad eyes,
and looked at me for a moment. It struck me, at the time, that she
expected to find some expression on my face which was not there, and
that its absence was a relief to her. She was a very pale, unhappy
looking girl, but very quiet, and, if not agreeable in manner, at any
rate not forward or offensive. I called to the party in the boat, and
they came slowly enough through the large, cool, green lily-leaves
towards us. When they got near, we saw there was no room for us, and
Miss Bullock said she would rather stay in the meadow and saunter
about, if I would go into the boat; and I am certain from the look on
her countenance that she spoke the truth; but Miss Horsman called out,
in a sharp voice, while she smiled in a very disagreeable knowing way:
'"Oh, mamma will be displeased if you don't come in, Miss Bullock,
after all her trouble in making such a nice arrangement."
'At this speech the poor girl hesitated, and at last, in an
undecided way, as if she was not sure whether she was doing right, she
took Sophy's place in the boat. Helen and Lizzie landed with their
sister, so that there was plenty of room for Miss Tomkinson, Miss
Horsman, and all the little Bullocks; and the three vicarage girls went
off strolling along the meadow side, and playing with Waiter, who was
in a high state of excitement. The sun was getting low, but the
declining light was beautiful upon the water; and, to add to the charm
of the time, Sophy and her sisters, standing on the green lawn in front
of the hall, struck up the little German canon, which I had never heard
'"Oh, wie wohl ist mir am Abend." etc.
'At last we were summoned to tug the boat to the landing-steps on
the lawn, tea and a blazing wood fire being ready for us in the hall. I
was offering my arm to Miss Horsman, as she was a little lame, when she
said again, in her peculiar disagreeable way, "had you not better take
Miss Bullock, Mr. Harrison? It will be more satisfactory."
'I helped Miss Horsman up the steps, however, and then she repeated
her advice; so, remembering that Miss Bullock was in fact the daughter
of my entertainers, I went to her; but, though she accepted my arm, I
could perceive that she was sorry that I had offered it.
'The hall was lighted by the glorious wood fire in the wide old
grate; the daylight was dying away in the west; and the large windows
admitted but little of what was left, through their small leaded
frames, with coats of arms emblazoned upon them. The farmer's wife had
set out a great long table, which was piled with good things; and a
huge black kettle sang on the glowing fire, which sent a cheerful
warmth through the room as it crackled and blazed. Mr. Morgan (who I
found had been taking a little round in the neigbourhood among his
patients) was there, smiling and rubbing his hands as usual. Mr.
Bullock was holding a conversation with the farmer at the garden-door
on the nature of different manures, in which it struck me that, if Mr.
Bullock had the fine names and the theories on his side, the farmer had
all the practical knowledge and the experience, and I know which I
would have trusted. I think Mr. Bullock rather liked to talk about
Liebig in my hearing; it sounded well, and was knowing. Mrs. Bullock
was not particularly placid in her mood. In the first place, I wanted
to sit by the Vicar's daughter, and Miss Caroline as decidedly wanted
to sit on my other side, being afraid of her fainting fits, I imagine.
But Mrs. Bullock called me to a place near her daughter. Now, I thought
I had done enough civility to a girl who was evidently annoyed rather
than pleased by my attentions, and I pretended to be busy stooping
under the table for Miss Caroline's gloves, which were missing; but it
was of no avail; Mrs. Bullock's fine severe eyes were awaiting my
reappearance, and she summoned me again.
'"I am keeping this place on my right hand for you, Mr. Harrison.
Jemima, sit still!"
'I went up to the post of honour and tried to busy myself with
pouring out coffee to hide my chagrin; but, on my forgetting to empty
the water put in ("to warm the cups,"' Mrs. Bullock said), and omitting
to add any sugar, the lady told me she would dispense with my services,
and turn me over to my neighbour on the other side.
'"Talking to the younger lady was, no doubt, more Mr. Harrison's
vocation than assisting the elder one." I dare say it was only the
manner that made the words seem offensive. Miss Horsman sat opposite to
me, smiling away, Miss Bullock did not speak, but seemed more depressed
than ever. At length, Miss Horsman and Mrs. Bullock got to a war of
innuendoes, which were completely unintelligible to me, and I was very
much displeased with my situation; while, at the bottom of the table,
Mr. Morgan and Mr. Bullock were making the young ones laugh most
heartily. Part of the joke was Mr. Morgan insisting upon making tea at
the end; and Sophy and Helen were busy contriving every possible
mistake for him. I thought honour was a very good thing, but merriment
a better. Here was I in the place of distinction, hearing nothing but
cross words. At last the time came for us to go home. As the evening
was damp, the seats in the chaises were the best and most to be
desired. And now Sophy offered to go in the cart; only she seemed
anxious, and so was I, that Walter should be secured from the effects
of the white wreaths of fog rolling up from the valley; but the little
violent, affectionate fellow would not be separated from Sophy. She
made a nest for him on her knee in one corner of the cart, and covered
him with her own shawl; and I hoped that he would take no harm. Miss
Tomkinson, Mr. Bullock, and some of the young ones walked; but I seemed
chained to the windows of the chaise, for Miss Caroline begged me not
to leave her, as she was dreadfully afraid of robbers; and Mrs. Bullock
implored me to see that the man did not overturn them in the bad roads,
as he had certainly had too much to drink.
'I became so irritable before I reached home, that I thought it was
the most disagreeable day of pleasure I hid ever had, and could hardly
bear to answer Mrs. Rose's never-ending questions. She told me,
however, that from my account the day was so charming that she thought
she should relax in the rigour of her seclusion, and mingle a little
more in the society of which I gave so tempting a description. She
really thought her dear Mr. Rose would have wished it; and his will
should be law to her after his death, as it had ever been during his
life. In compliance, therefore, with his wishes, she would even do a
little violence to her own feelings.
'She was very good and kind; not merely attentive to everything
which she thought could conduce to my comfort, but willing to take any
trouble in providing the broths and nourishing food which I often found
it convenient to order, under the name of kitchen-physic, for my poorer
patients; and I really did not see the use of her shutting herself up,
in mere compliance with an etiquette, when she began to wish to mix in
the little quiet society of Duncombe. Accordingly I urged her to begin
to visit, and, even when applied to as to what I imagined the late Mr.
Rose's wishes on that subject would have been, answered for that worthy
gentleman, and assured his widow that I was convinced he would have
regretted deeply her giving way to immoderate grief, and would have
been rather grateful than otherwise at seeing her endeavour to divert
her thoughts by a few quiet visits. She cheered up, and said, "As I
really thought so, she would sacrifice her own inclinations, and accept
the very next invitation that came."
'I was roused from my sleep in the middle of the night by a
messenger from the vicarage. Little Walter had got the croup, and Mr.
Morgan had been sent for into the country. I dressed myself hastily,
and went through the quiet little street. There was a light burning
upstairs at the vicarage. It was in the nursery. The servant, who
opened the door the instant I knocked, was crying sadly, and could
hardly answer my inquiries as I went upstairs, two steps at a time, to
see my little favourite.
'The nursery was a great large room. At the farther end it was
lighted by a common candle, which left the other end, where the door
was, in shade; so I suppose the nurse did not see me conic in, for she
was speaking very crossly.
'"Miss Sophy!" said she, "I told you over and over again it was not
fit for him to go, with the hoarseness that he had; and you would take
him. It will break your papa's heart, I know; but it's none of my
'Whatever Sophy felt, she did not speak in answer to this. She was
on her knees by the warm bath, in which the little fellow was
struggling to get his breath, with a look of terror on his face that I
have often noticed in young children when smitten by a sudden and
violent illness. It seems as if they recognised something infinite and
invisible, at whose bidding the pain and the anguish come, from which
no love can shield them. It is a very heart-rending look to observe,
because it comes on the faces of those who are too young to receive
comfort from the words of faith, or the promises of religion. Waiter
had his arms tight round Sophy's neck, as if she, hitherto his
paradise-angel, could save him from the grave shadow of Death. Yes! of
Death! I knelt down by him on the other side, and examined him. The
very robustness of his little frame gave violence to the disease, which
is always one of the most fearful by which children of his age can be
'"Don't tremble, Watty," said Sophy, in a soothing tone; "it's Mr.
Harrison, darling, who let you ride on his horse." I could detect the
quivering in the voice, which she tried to make so calm and soft to
quiet the little fellow's fears. We took him out of the bath, and I
went for leeches. While I was away, Mr. Morgan came. He loved the
vicarage children as if he were their uncle; but he stood still and
aghast at the sight of Waiter—so lately bright and strong—and now
hurrying along to the awful change—to the silent mysterious land,
where, tended and cared for as he had been on earth, he must go—
alone. The little fellow! the darling!
'We applied the leeches to his throat. He resisted at first; but
Sophy, God bless her! put the agony of her grief on one side, and
thought only of him, and began to sing the little songs he loved. We
were all still. The gardener had gone to fetch the Vicar; but he was
twelve miles off and we doubted if he would come in time. I don't know
if they had any hope; but, the first moment Mr. Morgan's eyes met mine,
I saw that he, like me, had none. The ticking of the house clock
sounded through the dark quiet house. Walter was sleeping now, with the
black leeches yet hanging to his fair, white throat. Still Sophy went
on singing little lullabies, which she had sung under far different and
happier circumstances. I remember one verse, because it struck me at
the time as strangely applicable.
'"Sleep, baby, sleep! Thy rest shall angels keep; While on the
grass the lamb shall feed, And never suffer want or need, Sleep, baby
The tears were in Mr. Morgan's eyes. I do not think either he or I
could have spoken in our natural tones; but the brave girl went on
clear though low. She stopped at last, and looked up.
'"He is better, is he not, Mr. Morgan?"
'"No, my dear. He is—ahem"—he could not speak all at once. Then
he said—"My dear! he will be better soon. Think of your mamma, my
dear Miss Sophy. She will be very thankful to have one of her darlings
safe with her, where she is."
'Still she did not cry. But she bent her head down on the little
face, and kissed it long and tenderly.
'"I will go for Helen and Lizzie. They will be sorry not to see him
again." She rose up and went for them. Poor girls, they came in, in
their dressing-gowns, with eyes dilated with sudden emotion, pale with
terror, stealing softly along, as if sound could disturb him. Sophy
comforted them by gentle caresses. It was over soon.
'Mr. Morgan was fairly crying like a child. But he thought it
necessary to apologise to me, for what I honoured him for. "I am a
little overdone by yesterday's work, sir. I have had one or two bad
nights, and they rather upset me. When I was your age I was as strong
and manly as any one, and would have scorned to shed tears."
'Sophy came up to where we stood.
'"Mr. Morgan! I am so sorry for papa. How shall I tell him?" She
was struggling against her own grief for her father's sake. Mr. Morgan
offered to await his coming home; and she seemed thankful for the
proposal. I, new friend, almost a stranger, might stay no longer. The
street was as quiet as ever; not a shadow was changed; for it was not
yet four o'clock. But during the night a soul had departed.
'From all I could see, and all I could learn, the Vicar and his
daughter strove which should comfort the other the most. Each thought
of the other's grief—each prayed for the other rather than for
themselves. We saw them walking out, countrywards; and we heard of them
in the cottages of the poor. But it was some time before I happened to
meet either of them again. And then I felt, from something
indescribable in their manner towards me, that I was one of the
"Peculiar people, whom Death had made dear."
That one day at the old hall had done this. I was, perhaps, the
last person who had given the poor little fellow any unusual pleasure.
Poor Walter! I wish I could have done more to make his short life
'There was a little lull, out of respect to the Vicar's grief, in
the visiting. It gave time to Mrs. Rose to soften down the anguish of
'At Christmas, Miss Tomkinson sent out invitations for a party.
Miss Caroline had once or twice apologised to me because such an event
had not taken place before; but, as she said, "the avocations of their
daily life prevented their having such little reunions except in the
vacations." And, sure enough, as soon as the holidays began, came the
civil little note:
'"The Misses Tomkinson request the pleasure of Mrs. Rose's and Mr.
Harrison's company at tea, on the evening of Monday, the 23rd inst. Tea
at five o'clock."
'Mrs. Rose's spirit roused, like a war-horse at the sound of the
trumpet, at this. She was not of a repining disposition, but I do think
she believed the party-giving population of Duncombe had given up
inviting her, as soon as she had determined to relent, and accept the
invitations, in compliance with the late Mr. Rose's wishes.
'Such snippings of white love-ribbon as I found everywhere, making
the carpet untidy! One day, too unluckily, a small box was brought to
me by mistake. I did not look at the direction, for I never doubted it
was some hyoscyamus which I was expecting from London; so I tore it
open, and saw inside a piece of paper, with "No more grey hair," in
large letters, upon it. I folded it up in a hurry, and sealed it
afresh, and gave it to Mrs. Rose; but I could not refrain from asking
her, soon after, if she could recommend me anything to keep my hair
from turning grey, adding that I thought prevention was better than
cure. I think she made out the impression of my seal on the paper after
that; for I learned that she had been crying, and that she talked about
there being no sympathy left in the world for her since Mr. Rose's
death; and that she counted the days until she could rejoin him in the
better world. I think she counted the days to Miss Tomkinson's party,
too; she talked so much about it.
'The covers were taken off Miss Tomkinson's chairs, and curtains,
and sofas; and a great jar full of artificial flowers was placed in the
centre of the table, which, as Miss Caroline told me, was all her
doing, as she doted on the beautiful and artistic in life. Miss
Tomkinson stood, erect as a grenadier, close to the door, receiving her
friends, and heartily shaking them by the hands as they entered; she
said she was truly glad to see them. And so she really was.
'We had just finished tea, and Miss Caroline had brought out a
little pack of conversation cards—sheaves of slips of cardboard, with
intellectual or sentimental questions on one set, and equally
intellectual and sentimental answers on the other; and, as the answers
were fit to any and all the questions, you may think they were a
characterless and "wersh" set of things. I had just been asked by Miss
'"Can you tell what those dearest to you think of you at this
present time?" and had answered:
'"How can you expect me to reveal such a secret to the present
company!" when the servant announced that a gentleman, a friend of
mine, wished to speak to me downstairs.
'"Oh, show him up, Martha; show him up!" said Miss Tomkinson, in
'"Any friend of our friend is welcome," said Miss Caroline, in an
'I jumped up, however, thinking it might he some one on business;
but I was so penned in by the spider-legged tables, stuck out on every
side, that I could not make the haste I wished; and, before I could
prevent it, Martha had shown up Jack Marshland, who was on his road
home for a day or two at Christmas.
'He came up in a hearty way, bowing to Miss Tomkinson, and
explaining that he had found himself in my neighbourhood, and had come
over to pass a night with me, and that my servant had directed him
where I was.
'His voice, loud at all times, sounded like Stentor's in that
little room, where we all spoke in a kind of purring way. He had no
swell in his tones; they were forte from the beginning. At first it
seemed like the days of my youth come back again, to hear full manly
speaking; I felt proud of my friend, as he thanked Miss Tomkinson for
her kindness in asking him to stay the evening. By-and-by he came up to
me, and I dare say he thought he had lowered his voice, for he looked
as if speaking confidentially, while in fact the whole room might have
'"Frank, my boy, when shall we have dinner at this good old lady's?
I'm deuced hungry."
'"Dinner! Why, we had had tea an hour ago." While he yet spoke,
Martha came in with a little tray on which was a single cup of coffee
and three slices of wafer bread-and-butter. His dismay, and his evident
submission to the decrees of Fate, tickled me so much, that I thought
he should have a further taste of the life I led from month's end to
month's end, and I gave up my plan of taking him home at once, and
enjoyed the anticipation of the hearty laugh we should have together at
the end of the evening. I was famously punished for my determination.
'"Shall we continue our game?" asked Miss Caroline, who had never
relinquished her sheaf of questions.
'We went on questioning and answering, with little gain of
information to either party.
'"No such thing as heavy betting in this game, eh, Frank?" asked
Jack, who had been watching us. "You don't lose ten pounds at a
sitting, I guess, as you used to do at Short's. Playing for love, I
suppose you call it?"
'Miss Caroline simpered, and looked down. Jack was not thinking of
her. He was thinking of the days we had had "at the Mermaid." Suddenly
he said, "Where were you this day last year, Frank?"
'"I don't remember!" said I.
'"Then I'll tell you. It's the 23rd the day you were taken up for
knocking down the fellow in Long Acre, and that I had to bail you out
ready for Christmas Day. You are in more agreeable quarters tonight."
'He did not intend this reminiscence to be heard, but was not in
the least put out when Miss Tomkinson, with a face of dire surprise,
'"Mr. Harrison taken up, sir?"
'"Oh, yes, ma'am; and you see it was so common an affair with him
to be locked up that he can't remember the dates of his different
'He laughed heartily; and so should I have done, but that I saw the
impression it made. The thing was, in fact, simple enough, and capable
of easy explanation. I had been made angry by seeing a great hulking
fellow, out of mere wantonness, break the crutch from under a cripple;
and I struck the man more violently than I intended, and down he went,
yelling out for the police, and I had to go before the magistrate to be
released. I disdained giving this explanation at the time. It was no
business of theirs what I had been doing a year ago; but still Jack
might have held his tongue. However, that unruly member of his was set
a-going, and he told me afterwards he was resolved to let the old
ladies into a little of life; and accordingly he remembered every
practical joke we had ever had, and talked and laughed, and roared
again. I tried to converse with Miss Caroline—Mrs. Munton—any one;
but Jack was the hero of the evening, and everyone was listening to
'"Then he has never sent any hoaxing letters since he came here,
has he? Good boy! He has turned over a new leaf He was the deepest dog
at that I ever met with. Such anonymous letters as he used to send! Do
you remember that to Mrs. Walbrook, eh, Frank? That was too bad!" (the
wretch was laughing all the time). "No; I won't tell about it—don't
be afraid. Such a shameful hoax!" (laughing again).
'"Pray do tell," I called out; for it made it seem far worse than
'"Oh no, no; you've established a better character—I would not
for the world nip your budding efforts. We'll bury the past in
'I tried to tell my neighbours the story to which he alluded; and
they were attracted by the merriment of Jack's manner, and did not care
to hear the plain matter of fact.
'Then came a pause; Jack was talking almost quietly to Miss
Horsman. Suddenly he called across the room—"How many times have you
been out with the hounds? The hedges were blind very late this year,
but you have had some good mild days since."
'"I have never been out," said I shortly.
'"Never!—whew!—Why, I thought that was the great attraction to
'Now was not he provoking! He would condole with me, and fix the
subject in the minds of every one present.
'The supper trays were brought in, and there was a shuffling of
situations. He and I were close together again.
'"I say, Frank, what will you lay me that I don't clear that tray
before people are ready for their second helping? I'm as hungry as a
'"You shall have a round of beef and a raw leg of mutton when you
get home. Only do behave yourself here."
'"Well, for your sake; but keep me away from those trays, or I'll
not answer for myself. 'Hould me, or I'll fight', as the Irishman said.
I'll go and talk to that little old lady in blue, and sit with my back
to those ghosts of eatables."
'He sat down by Miss Caroline, who would not have liked his
description of her; and began an earnest, tolerably quiet conversation.
I tried to be as agreeable as I could, to do away with the impression
he had given of me; but I found that every one drew up a little stiffly
at my approach, and did not encourage me to make any remarks.
'In the middle of my attempts, I heard Miss Caroline beg Jack to
take a glass of wine, and I saw him help himself to what appeared to be
port; but in an instant he set it down from his lips, exclaiming,
"Vinegar, by Jove!" He made the most horribly wry face: and Miss
Tomkinson came up in a severe hurry to investigate the affair. It
turned out it was some black-currant wine, on which she particularly
piqued herself; I drank two glasses of it to ingratiate myself with
her, and can testify to its sourness. I don't think she noticed my
exertions, she was so much engrossed in listening to Jack's excuses for
his mal-apropos observation. He told her, with the gravest face, that
he had been a teetotaller so long that he had but a confused
recollection of the distinction between wine and vinegar, particularly
eschewing the latter, because it had been twice fermented; and that he
had imagined Miss Caroline had asked him to take toast-and-water, or he
should never have touched the decanter.
'As we were walking home, Jack said, "Lord, Frank! I've had such
fun with the little lady in blue. I told her you wrote to me every
Saturday, telling me the events of the week. She took it all in." He
stopped to laugh; for he bubbled and chuckled so that he could not
laugh and walk. "And I told her you were deeply in love" (another
laugh); "and that I could not get you to tell me the name of the lady,
but that she had light brown hair—in short, I drew from life, and
gave her an exact description of herself; and that I was most anxious
to see her, and implore her to be merciful to you, for that you were a
most timid, faint-hearted fellow with women." He laughed till I thought
he would have fallen down. "I begged her, if she could guess who it was
from my decription—I'll answer for it she did—I took care of that;
for I said you described a mole on the left cheek, in the most poetical
way, saying Venus had pinched it out of envy at seeing any one more
lovely—oh, hold me up, or I shall fall—laughing and hunger make me
so weak;—well, I say, I begged her, if she knew who your fair one
could be, to implore her to save you. I said I knew one of your lungs
had gone after a former love-affair, and that I could not answer for
the other if the lady here were cruel. She spoke of a respirator; but I
told her that might do very well for the odd lung; but would it
minister to a heart diseased? I really did talk fine. I have found out
the secret of eloquence—it's believing what you've got to say; and I
worked myself well up with fancying you married to the little lady in
'I got to laughing at last, angry as I had been; his impudence was
irresistible. Mrs. Rose had come home in the sedan, and gone to bed;
and he and I sat up over the round of beef and brandy-and-water till
two o'clock in the morning.
'He told me I had got quite into the professional way of mousing
about a room, and mewing and purring according as my patients were ill
or well. He mimicked me, and made me laugh at myself. He left early the
'Mr. Morgan came at his usual hour; he and Marshland would never
have agreed, and I should have been uncomfortable to see two friends of
mine disliking and despising each other.
'Mr. Morgan was ruffled; but with his deferential manner to women,
he smoothed himself down before Mrs. Rose—regretted that he had not
been able to come to Miss Tomkinson's the evening before, and
consequently had not seen her in the society she was so well calculated
to adorn. But when we were by ourselves, he said:
'"I was sent for to Mrs. Munton's this morning—the old spasms.
May I ask what is this story she tells me about—about prison, in
fact? I trust, sir, she has made some little mistake, and that you
never were—that it is an unfounded report." He could not get it out—
"that you were in Newgate for three months!" I burst out laughing; the
story had grown like a mushroom indeed. Mr. Morgan looked grave. I told
him the truth. Still he looked grave. "I've no doubt, sir, that you
acted rightly; but it has an awkward sound. I imagined from your
hilarity just now that there was no foundation whatever for the story.
Unfortunately, there is."
'"I was only a night at the police-station. I would go there again
for the same cause, sir."
'"Very fine spirit, sir—quite like Don Quixote, but don't you see
you might as well have been to the hulks at once?"
'"No, sir; I don't."
'"Take my word, before long, the story will have grown to that.
However, we won't anticipate evil. Mens conscia recti, you remember, is
the great thing. The part I regret is, that it may require some short
time to overcome a little prejudice which the story may excite against
you. However, we won't dwell on it. Mens conscia recti! Don't think
about it, sir."
'It was clear he was thinking a good deal about it.
'Two or three days before this time, I had had an invitation from
the Bullocks to dine with them on Christmas Day. Mrs. Rose was going to
spend the week with friends in the town where she formerly lived; and I
had been pleased at the notion of being received into a family, and of
being a little with Mr. Bullock, who struck me as a bluff, good-hearted
'But this Tuesday before Christmas Day, there came an invitation
from the Vicar to dine there; there were to be only their own family
and Mr. Morgan. "Only their own family." It was getting to be all the
world to me. I was in a passion with myself for having been so ready to
accept Mr. Bullock's invitation—coarse and ungentlemanly as he was;
with his wife's airs of pretension and Miss Bullock's stupidity. I
turned it over in my mind. No! I could not have a bad headache, which
should prevent me going to the place I did not care for, and yet leave
me at liberty to go where I wished. All I could do was to join the
vicarage girls after church, and walk by their side in a long country
ramble. They were quiet; not sad, exactly; but it was evident that the
thought of Walter was in their minds on this day. We went through a
copse where there were a good number of evergreens planted as covers
for game. The snow was on the ground; but the sun was clear and bright,
and the sun glittered on the smooth holly-leaves. Lizzie asked me to
gather her some of the very bright red berries, and she was beginning a
'"Do you remember"—when Helen said, "Hush," and looked towards
Sophy, who was walking a little apart, and crying softly to herself
There was evidently some connection between Waiter and the
holly-berries, for Lizzie threw them away at once when she saw Sophy's
tears. Soon we came to a stile which led to an open breezy common, half
covered with gorse. I helped the little girls over it, and set them to
run down the slope; but took Sophy's arm in mine, and, though I could
not speak, I think she knew how I was feeling for her. I could hardly
bear to bid her good-bye at the vicarage gate; it seemed as if I ought
to go in and spend the day with her.
'I vented my ill-humour in being late for the Bullock's dinner.
There were one or two clerks, towards whom Mr. Bullock was patronising
and pressing. Mrs. Bullock was decked out in extraordinary finery. Miss
Bullock looked plainer than ever; but she had on some old gown or
other, I think, for I heard Mrs. Bullock tell her she was always making
a figure of herself. I began today to suspect that the mother would not
be sorry if I took a fancy to the step-daughter. I was again placed
near her at dinner, and, when the little ones came in to dessert, I was
made to notice how fond of children she was—and, indeed, when one of
them nestled to her, her face did brighten; but, the moment she caught
this loud-whispered remark, the gloom came back again, with something
even of anger in her look; and she was quite sullen and obstinate when
urged to sing in the drawing-room. Mrs. Bullock turned to me:
'"Some young ladies won't sing unless they are asked by gentlemen."
She spoke very crossly. "If you ask Jemima, she will probably sing. To
oblige me, it is evident she will not."
'I thought the singing, when we got it, would probably be a great
bore; however, I did as I was bid, and went with my request to the
young lady, who was sitting a little apart. She looked up at me with
eyes full of tears, and said, in a decided tone (which, if I had not
seen her eyes, I should have said was as cross as her mamma's), "No,
sir, I will not." She got up, and left the room. I expected to hear
Mrs. Bullock abuse her for her obstinacy. Instead of that, she began to
tell me of the money that had been spent on her education; of what each
separate accomplishment had cost. "She was timid," she said, "but very
musical. Wherever her future home might be, there would be no want of
music." She went on praising her till I hated her. If they thought I
was going to marry that great lubberly girl, they were mistaken. Mr.
Bullock and the clerks came up. He brought out Liebig, and called me to
'"I can understand a good deal of this agricultural chemistry,"
said he, "and have put it in practice—without much success, hitherto,
I confess. But these unconnected letters puzzle rue a little. I suppose
they have some meaning, or else I should say it was mere book-making to
put them in."
'"I think they give the page a very ragged appearance," said Mrs.
Bullock, who had joined us. "I inherit a little of my late father's
taste for books, and must say I like to see a good type, a broad
margin, and all elegant binding. My father despised variety; how he
could have held up his hands aghast at the cheap literature of these
times! He did not require many books, but he would have twenty editions
of those that he had; and he paid more for binding than he did for the
books themselves. But elegance was everything with him. He would not
have admitted your Liebig, Mr. Bullock; neither the nature of the
subject, nor the common type, nor the common way in which your book is
got up, would have suited him."
'"Go and make tea, my dear and leave Mr. Harrison and me to talk
over a few of these manures."
'We settled to it; I explained the meaning of the symbols, and the
doctrine of chemical equivalents. At last he said, "Doctor! you're
giving me too strong a dose of it at one time. Let's have a small
quantity taken 'hodie'; that's professional, as Mr. Morgan would call
it. Come in and call, when you have leisure, and give me a lesson in my
alphabet. Of all you've been telling me I can only remember that C
means carbon and O oxygen; and I see one must know the meaning of all
these confounded letters before one can do much good with Liebig."
'"We dine at three," said Mrs. Bullock. "There will always be a
knife and fork for Mr. Harrison. Bullock! don't confine your invitation
to the evening."
'"Why, you see, I've a nap always after dinner; so I could not be
learning chemistry then."
'"Don't be selfish, Mr. B. Think of the pleasure Jemima and I shall
have in Mr. Harrison's society."
'I put a stop to the discussion by saying I would conic in in the
evenings occasionally, and give Mr. Bullock a lesson, but that my
professional duties occupied me invariably until that time.
'I liked Mr. Bullock. He was simple and shrewd; and to be with a
man was a relief, after all the feminine society I went through every
'The next morning I met Miss Horsman.
'"So you dined at Mr. Bullock's yesterday, Mr. Harrison? Quite a
family party, I hear. They are quite charmed with you, and your
knowledge of chemistry. Mr. Bullock told me so, in Hodgson's shop, just
now. Miss Bullock is a nice girl, eh, Mr. Harrison?" She looked sharply
at me. Of course, whatever I thought, I could do nothing but assent. "A
nice little fortune, too—three thousand pounds, Consols, from her own
'What did I care? She might have three millions for me. I had begun
to think a good deal about money, though, but not in connection with
her. I had been doing up our books ready to send out our Christmas
bills, and had been wondering how far the Vicar would consider three
hundred a year, with a prospect of increase, would justify me in
thinking of Sophy, Think of her I could not help; and, the more I
thought of how good, and sweet, and pretty she was, the more I felt
that she ought to have far more than I could offer. Besides, my father
was a shop-keeper, and I saw the Vicar had a sort of respect for
family. I determined to try and be very attentive to my profession. I
was as civil as could be to every one; and wore the nap off the brim of
my hat by taking it off so often.
'I had my eyes open to every glimpse of Sophy. I am overstocked
with gloves now that I bought at that time, by way of making errands
into the shops where I saw her black gown. I bought pounds upon pounds
of arrowroot, till I was tired of the eternal arrowroot puddings Mrs.
Rose gave me. I asked her if she could not make bread of it, but she
seemed to think that would be expensive; so I took to soap as a safe
purchase. I believe soap improves by keeping.
'The more I knew of Mrs. Rose, the better I liked her. She was
sweet, and kind, and motherly, and we never had any rubs. I hurt her
once or twice, I think, by cutting her short in her long stories about
Mr. Rose. But I found out that when she had plenty to do she did not
think of him quite so much; so I expressed a wish for Corazza shirts,
and, in the puzzle of devising how they were to be cut out, she forgot
Mr. Rose for some time. I was still more pleased by her way about some
legacy her elder brother left her. I don't know the amount, but it was
something handsome, and she might have set up housekeeping for herself;
but, instead, she told Mr. Morgan (who repeated it to me), that she
should continue with me, as she had quite an elder sister's interest in
'The "county young lady," Miss Tyrrell, returned to Miss
Tomkinson's after the holidays. She had an enlargement of the tonsils,
which required to be frequently touched with caustic, so I often called
to see her. Miss Caroline always received me, and kept me talking in
her washed-out style, after I had seen my patient. One day she told me
she thought she had a weakness about the heart, and would be glad if I
would bring my stethoscope the next time, which I accordingly did! and,
while I was on my knees listening to the pulsations, one of the young
ladies came in. She said:
'"Oh dear! I never! I beg your pardon, ma'am," and scuttled out.
There was not much the matter with Miss Caroline's heart: a little
feeble in action or so, a mere matter of weakness and general languor.
When I went down I saw two or three of the girls peeping out of the
half-closed schoolroom door, but they shut it immediately, and I heard
them laughing. The next time I called, Miss Tomkinson was sitting in
state to receive me.
'"Miss Tyrrell's throat does not seem to make much progress. Do you
understand the case, Mr. Harrison, or should we have further advice. I
think Mr. Morgan would probably know more about it."
'I assured her that it was the simplest thing in the world; that it
always implied a little torpor in the constitution, and that we
preferred working through the system, which of course was a slow
process; and that the medicine the young lady was taking (iodide of
iron) was sure to be successful, although the progress would not be
rapid. She bent her head, and said, "It might be so; but she confessed
she had more confidence in medicines which had some effect."
'She seemed to expect me to tell her something; but I had nothing
to say, and accordingly I bade goodbye. Somehow, Miss Tomkinson always
managed to make me feel very small, by a succession of snubbings; and,
whenever I left her I had always to comfort myself under her
contradictions by saying to myself, "Her saying it is so does not make
it so." Or I invented good retorts which I might have made to her
brusque speeches, if I had but thought of them at the right time. But
it was provoking that I had not had the presence of mind to recollect
them just when they were wanted.
'On the whole, things went on smoothly. Mr. Holden's legacy came in
just about this time; and I felt quite rich. Five hundred pounds would
furnish the house, I thought, when Mrs. Rose left and Sophy came. I was
delighted, too, to imagine that Sophy perceived the difference of my
manner to her from what it was to any one else, and that she was
embarrassed and shy in consequence, but not displeased with me for it.
All was so flourishing that I went about on wings instead of feet. We
were very busy, without having anxious cares. My legacy was paid into
Mr. Bullock's hands, who united a little banking business to his
profession of law. In return for his advice about investments (which I
never meant to take, having a more charming, if less profitable, mode
in my head), I went pretty frequently to teach him his agricultural
chemistry. I was so happy in Sophy's blushes that I was universally
benevolent, and desirous of giving pleasure to every one. I went, at
Mrs. Bullock's general invitation, to dinner there one day
unexpectedly: but there was such a fuss of ill-concealed preparation
consequent upon my coming, that I never went again. Her little boy came
in, with an audibly given message from cook, to ask:
'"If this was the gentleman as she was to send in the best
dinner-service and dessert for?"
'I looked deaf, but determined never to go again.
'Miss Bullock and I, meanwhile, became rather friendly. We found
out that we mutually disliked each other, and we're contented with the
discovery. If people are worth anything, this sort of non-liking is a
very good beginning of friendship. Every good quality is revealed
naturally and slowly, and is a pleasant surprise. I found out that Miss
Bullock was sensible, and even sweet-tempered, when not irritated by
her step-mother's endeavours to show her off. But she would sulk for
hours after Mrs. Bullock's offensive praise of her good points. And I
never saw such a black passion as she went into, when she suddenly came
into the room when Mrs. Bullock was telling me of all the offers she
'My legacy made me feel up to extravagance. I scoured the country
for a glorious nosegay of camellias, which I sent to Sophy on
Valentine's Day. I durst not add a line; but I wished the flowers could
speak, and tell her how I loved her.
'I called on Miss Tyrrell that day. Miss Caroline was more
simpering and affected than ever, and full of allusions to the day.
'"Do you affix much sincerity of meaning to the little gallantries
of this day, Mr. Harrison?" asked she, in a languishing tone. I thought
of my camellias, and how my heart had gone with them into Sophy's
keeping; and I told her I thought one might often take advantage of
such a time to hint at feelings one dared not fully express.
'I remembered afterwards the forced display she made, after Miss
Tyrrell left the room, of a valentine. But I took no notice at the
time; my head was full of Sophy.
'It was on that very day that John Brouncker, the gardener to all
of us who had small gardens to keep in order, fell down and injured his
wrist severely (I don't give you the details of the case, because they
would not interest you, being too technical; if you've any curiosity,
you will find them in the Lancet of August in that year). We all liked
John, and this accident was felt like a town's misfortune. The gardens,
too, just wanted doing up. Both Mr. Morgan and I went directly to him.
It was a very awkward case, and his wife and children were crying
sadly. He himself was in great distress at being thrown out of work. He
begged us to do something that would cure him speedily, as he could not
afford to be laid up, with six children depending on him for bread. We
did not say much before him; but we both thought the arm would have to
come off, and it was his right arm. We talked it over when we came out
of the cottage. Mr. Morgan had no doubt of the necessity. I went back
at dinner-time to see the poor fellow. He was feverish and anxious. He
had caught up some expression of Mr. Morgan's in the morning, and had
guessed the measure we had in contemplation. He bade his wife leave the
room, and spoke to me by myself.
'"If you please, sir, I'd rather be done for at once than have my
arm taken off, and be a burden to my family. I'm not afraid of dying;
but I could not stand being a cripple for life, eating bread, and not
able to earn it."
'The tears were in his eyes with earnestness. I had all along been
more doubtful about the necessity of the amputation than Mr. Morgan. I
knew the improved treatment in such cases. In his days there was much
more of the rough and ready in surgical practice; so I gave the poor
fellow some hope.
'In the afternoon I met Mr. Bullock.
'"So you're to try your hand at an amputation, tomorrow, I hear.
Poor John Brouncker! I used to tell him he was not careful enough about
his ladders. Mr. Morgan is quite excited about it. He asked me to be
present, and see how well a man from Guy's could operate; he says he is
sure you'll do it beautifully. Pah! no such sights for me, thank you.
'Ruddy Mr. Bullock went a shade or two paler at the thought.
'"Curious, how professionally a man views these things! Here's Mr.
Morgan, who had been all along as proud of you as if you were his own
son, absolutely rubbing his hands at the idea of this crowning glory,
this feather in your cap! He told me just now he knew he had always
been too nervous to be a good operator, and had therefore preferred
sending for White from Chesterton. But now any one might have a serious
accident who liked, for you would be always at hand."
'I told Mr. Bullock, I really thought we might avoid the
amputation; but his mind was preoccupied with the idea of it, and he
did not care to listen to me. The whole town was full of it. That is a
charm in a little town, everybody is so sympathetically full of the
same events. Even Miss Horsman stopped me to ask after John Brouncker
with interest; but she threw cold water upon my intention of saving the
'"As for the wife and family, we'll take care of them. Think what a
fine opportunity you have of showing off, Mr. Harrison!"
'That was just like her. Always ready with her suggestions of
ill-natured or interested motives.
'Mr. Morgan heard my proposal of a mode of treatment by which I
thought it possible that the arm might be saved.
'"I differ from you, Mr. Harrison," said he. "I regret it; but I
differ in toto from you. Your kind heart deceives you in this instance.
There is no doubt that amputation must take place—not later than
tomorrow morning, I should say. I have made myself at liberty to attend
upon you, sir; I shall be happy to officiate as your assistant. Time
was when I should have been proud to be principal; but a little
trembling in my arm incapacitates me."
'I urged my reasons upon him again; but he was obstinate. He had,
in fact, boasted so much of my acquirements as an operator that he was
unwilling I should lose this opportunity of displaying my skill. He
could not see that there would be greater skill evinced in saving the
arm; nor did I think of this at the time. I grew angry at his
old-fashioned narrow-mindedness, as I thought it; and I became dogged
in my resolution to adhere to my own course. We parted very coolly; and
I went straight off to John Brouncker to tell him I believed that I
could save the arm, if he would refuse to have it amputated. When I
calmed myself a little, before going in and speaking to him, I could
not help acknowledging that we should run some risk of lock-jaw; but,
on the whole, and after giving some earnest conscientious thought to
the case, I was sure that my mode of treatment would be best.
'He was a sensible man. I told him the difference of opinion that
existed between Mr. Morgan and myself. I said that there might be some
little risk attending the non-amputation, but that I should guard
against it; and I trusted that I should be able to preserve his arm.
'"Under God's blessing," said he reverently. I bowed my head. I
don't like to talk too frequently of the dependence which I always felt
on that holy blessing, as to the result of my efforts; but I was glad
to hear that speech of John's, because it showed a calm and faithful
heart; and I had almost certain hopes of him from that time.
'We agreed that he should tell Mr. Morgan the reason of his
objections to the amputation, and his reliance on my opinion. I
determined to recur to every book I had relating to such case, and to
convince Mr. Morgan, if I could, of my wisdom. Unluckily, I found out
afterwards that he had met Miss Horsman in the time that intervened
before I saw him again at his own house that evening; and she had more
than hinted that I shrunk from performing the operation, "for very good
reasons no doubt. She had heard that the medical students in London
were a bad set, and were not remarkable for regular attendance in the
hospitals. She might be mistaken; but she thought it was, perhaps,
quite as well poor John Brouncker had not his arm cut off by -. Was
there not such a thing as mortification coming on after a clumsy
operation? It was, perhaps, only a choice of deaths!"
'Mr. Morgan had been stung at all this. Perhaps I did not speak
quite respectfully enough: I was a good deal excited. We only got more
and more angry with each other; though he, to do him justice, was as
civil as could be all the time, thinking that thereby he concealed his
vexation and disappointment. He did not try to conceal his anxiety
about poor John. I went home weary and dispirited. I made up and took
the necessary applications to John; and, promising to return with the
dawn of day (I would fain have stayed, but I did not wish him to be
alarmed about himself), I went home, and resolved to sit up and study
the treatment of similar cases.
'Mrs. Rose knocked at the door.
'"Come in!" said I sharply.
'"She said she had seen I had something on my mind all day, and she
could not go to bed without asking if there was nothing she could do.
She was good and kind; and I could not help telling her a little of the
truth. She listened pleasantly; and I shook her warmly by the hand,
thinking that though she might not be very wise, her good heart made
her worth a dozen keen, sharp hard people, like Miss Horsman.
'When I went at daybreak, I saw John's wife for a few minutes
outside the door. She seemed to wish her husband had been in Mr.
Morgan's hands rather than mine; but she gave me as good an account as
I dared to hope for of the manner in which her husband had passed the
night. This was confirmed by my own examination.
'When Mr. Morgan and I visited him together later on in the day,
John said what we had agreed upon the day before; and I told Mr. Morgan
openly that it was by my advice that amputation was declined. He did
not speak to me till we had left the house. Then he said—"Now, sir,
from this time, I consider this case entirely in your hands. Only
remember the poor fellow has a wife and six children. In case you conic
round to my opinion, remember that Mr. White could come over, as he has
done before, for the operation."
'So Mr. Morgan believed I declined operating because I felt myself
incapable! Very well! I was much mortified.
'An hour after we parted, I received a note to this effect:
'"DEAR SIR,—I will take the long round today, to leave you at
liberty to attend to Brouncker's case, which I feel to be a very
'This was kindly done. I went back, as soon as I could, to John's
cottage. While I was in the inner room with him, I heard the Miss
Tomkinsons' voices outside. They had called to inquire. Miss Tomkinson
came in, and evidently was poking and snuffing about. (Mrs. Brouncker
told her that I was within; and within I resolved to be till they had
'"What is this close smell?" asked she. "I am afraid you are not
cleanly. Cheese!—cheese in this cupboard! No wonder there is an
unpleasant smell. Don't you know how particular you should be about
being clean when there is illness about?"
'Mrs. Brouncker was exquisitely clean in general, and was piqued at
'"If you please, ma'am, I could not leave John yesterday to do any
housework, and Jenny put the dinner things away. She is but eight years
'But this did not satisfy Miss Tomkinson, who was evidently
pursuing the course of her observations.
'"Fresh butter, I declare! Well now, Mrs. Brouncker, do you know I
don't allow myself fresh butter at this time of the year? How can you
save, indeed, with such extravagance!"
'"Please, ma'am," answered Mrs. Brouncker, "you'd think it strange,
if I was to take such liberties in your house as you're taking here."
'I expected to hear a sharp answer. No! Miss Tomkinson liked
plain-speaking. The only person in whom she would tolerate round-about
ways of talking was her sister.
'"Well, that's true," she said. "Still, you must not be above
taking advice. Fresh butter is extravagant at this time of the year.
However, you're a good kind of woman, and I've a great respect for
John. Send Jenny for some broth as soon as he can take it. Come,
Caroline, we have got to go on to Williams's."
'But Miss Caroline said that she was tired, and would rest where
she was till Miss Tomkinson came back. I was a prisoner for some time,
I found. When she was alone with Mrs. Brouncker, she said:
'"You must not be hurt by my sister's abrupt manner. She means
well. She has not much imagination or sympathy, and cannot understand
the distraction of mind produced by the illness of a worshipped
husband." I could hear the loud sigh of commiseration which followed
this speech. Mrs. Brouncker said:
'"Please, ma'am, I don't worship my husband. I would not be so
'"Goodness! You don't think it wicked, do you? For my part, if . .
. I should worship, I should adore him." I thought she need not imagine
such improbable cases. But sturdy Mrs. Brouncker said again:
'"I hope I know my duty better. I've not learned my Commandments
for nothing. I know Whom I ought to worship."
'Just then the children came in, dirty and unwashed, I have no
doubt. And now Miss Caroline's real nature peeped out. She spoke
sharply to them, and asked them if they had no manners, little pigs as
they were, to come brushing against her silk gown in that way? She
sweetened herself again, and was as sugary as love when Miss Tomkinson
returned to her, accompanied by one whose voice, "like winds in summer
sighing," I knew to be my dear Sophy's.
'She did not say much; but what she did say, and the manner in
which she spoke, was tender and compassionate in the highest degree;
and she came to take the four little ones back with her to the
vicarage, in order that they might be out of their mother's way; the
older two might help at home. She offered to wash their hands and
faces; and when I emerged from my inner chamber, after the Miss
Tomkinsons had left, I found her with a chubby child on her knees,
bubbling and spluttering against her white wet hand, with a face
bright, rosy, and merry under the operation. Just as I came in, she
said to him, "There, Jemmy, now I can kiss you with this nice clean
'She coloured when she saw me. I liked her speaking, and I liked
her silence. She was silent now, and I "lo'ed her a' the better." I
gave my directions to Mrs. Brouncker, and hastened to overtake Sophy
and the children; but they had gone round by the lanes, I suppose, for
I saw nothing of them.
'I was very anxious about the case. At night I went again. Miss
Horsman had been there; I believe she was really kind among the poor,
but she could not help leaving a sting behind her everywhere. She had
been frightening Mrs. Brouncker about her husband, and been, I have no
doubt, expressing her doubts of my skill; for Mrs. Brouncker began:
'"Oh, please, sir, if you'll only let Mr. Morgan take off his arm,
I will never think the worse of you for not being able to do it."
'I told her it was from no doubt of my own competency to perform
the operation tha I wished to save the arm; but that he himself was
anxious to have it spared.
'"Ay, bless him! he frets about not earning enough to keep us, if
he's crippled; but, sir, I don't care about that. I would work my
fingers to the bone, and so would the children; I'm sure we'd be proud
to do for him, and keep him; God bless him! it would be far better to
have him only with one arm, than to have him in the churchyard, Miss
'"Confound Miss Horsman!" said I.
'"Thank you, Mr. Harrison," said her well-known voice behind me.
She had come out, dark as it was, to bring some old linen to Mrs.
Brouncker; for, as I said before, she was very kind to all the poor
people of Duncombe.
'"I beg your pardon"; for I really was sorry for my speech—or
rather that she had heard it.
'"There is no occasion for any apology," she replied, drawing
herself up, and pinching her lips into a very venomous shape.
'John was doing pretty well; but of course the danger of lock-jaw
was not over. Before I left, his wife entreated me to take off the arm;
she wrung her hands in her passionate entreaty. "Spare him to me, Mr.
Harrison," she implored. Miss Horsman stood by. It was mortifying
enough; but I thought of the power which was in my hands, as I firmly
believed, of saving the limb; and I was inflexible.
'You cannot think how pleasantly Mrs. Rose's sympathy came in on my
return. To be sure she did not understand one word of the case, which I
detailed to her; but she listened with interest, and, as long as she
held her tongue, I thought she was really taking it in; but her first
remark was as mal apropos as could be.
'"You are anxious to save the tibia—I see completely how
difficult that will be. My late husband had a case exactly similar, and
I remember his anxiety; but you must not distress yourself too much, my
dear Mr. Harrison; I have no doubt it will end well,"
'I knew she had no grounds for this assurance, and yet it comforted
'However, as it happened, John did fully as well as I could have
hoped for; of course, he was long in rallying his strength; and,
indeed, sea-air was evidently so necessary for his complete
restoration, that I accepted with gratitude Mrs. Rose's proposal of
sending him to Highport for a fortnight or three weeks. Her kind
generosity in this matter made me more desirous than ever of paying her
every mark of respect and attention.
'About this time there was a sale at Ashmeadow, a pretty house in
the neighbourhood of Duncombe. It was likewise an easy walk, and the
spring days tempted many people thither, who had no intention of buying
anything, but who liked the idea of rambling through the woods, gay
with early primroses and wild daffodils, and of seeing the gardens and
house, which till now had been shut up from the ingress of the
townspeople. Mrs. Rose had planned to go, but an unlucky cold prevented
her. She begged me to bring her a very particular account, saying she
delighted in details, and always questioned Mr. Rose as to the
side-dishes of the dinners to which he went. The late Mr. Rose's
conduct was always held up as a model to me, by the way. I walked to
Ashmeadow, pausing or loitering with different parties of townspeople,
all bound in the same direction. At last I found the Vicar and Sophy,
and with them I stayed. I sat by Sophy and talked and listened. A sale
is a very pleasant gathering after all. The auctioneer, in a country
place, is privileged to joke from his rostrum, and, having a personal
knowledge of most of the people, can sometimes make a very keen hit at
their circumstances, and turn the laugh against them. For instance, on
the present occasion, there was a farmer present, with his wife, who
was notoriously the grey mare. The auctioneer was selling some
horse-cloths, and called out to recommend the article to her, telling
her, with a knowing look at the company, that they would make her a
dashing pair of trousers, if she was in want of such an article. She
drew herself up with dignity, and said, "Come, John, we've had enough
of this." Whereupon there was a burst of laughter, and in the midst of
it John meekly followed his wife out of the place. The furniture in the
sitting-rooms was, I believe, very beautiful, but I did not notice it
much. Suddenly I heard the auctioneer speaking to me, "Mr. Harrison,
won't you give me a bid for this table?"
'It was a very pretty little table of walnut-wood. I thought it
would go into my study very well, so I gave him a bid. I saw Miss
Horsman bidding against me, so I went off with a full force, and at
last it was knocked down to me. The auctioneer smiled, and
'"A most useful present for Mrs. Harrison, when that lady comes.
'Everybody laughed. They like a joke about marriage; it is so easy
to comprehend. But the table which I had thought was for writing,
turned out to be a work-table, scissors and thimble complete. No wonder
I looked foolish. Sophy was not looking at me, that was one comfort.
She was busy arranging a nosegay of wood-anemone and wild sorrel.
'Miss Horsman came up, with her curious eyes.
'"I had no idea things were far enough advanced for you to be
purchasing a work-table, Mr. Harrison.
'I laughed off my awkwardness.
'" Did not you, Miss Horsman? You are very much behindhand. You
have not heard of my piano, then?"
'"No, indeed," she said, half uncertain whether I was serious or
not. "Then it seems there is nothing wanting but the lady."
'"Perhaps she may not be wanting either," said I; for I wished to
perplex her keen curiosity.
'When I got home from my round, I found Mrs. Rose in some sorrow.
'"Miss Horsman called after you left," said she. "Have you heard
how John Brouncker is at Highport?"
'"Very well," replied I. "I called on his wife just now, and she
had just got a letter from him. She had been anxious about him, for she
had not heard for a week. However, all's right now; and she has pretty
well enough of work, at Mrs. Munton's, as her servant is ill. Oh,
they'll do, never fear."
'"At Mrs. Munton's? Oh, that accounts for it, then. She is so deaf,
and makes such blunders.
'"Accounts for what?" said I.
'"Oh, perhaps I had better not tell you," hesitated Mrs. Rose.
'"Yes, tell me at once. I beg your pardon, but I hate mysteries."
'"You are so like my poor dear Mr. Rose. He used to speak to me
just in that sharp, cross way. It is only that Miss Horsman called. She
had been making a collection for John Brouncker's widow and—"
'"But the man's alive!" said I.
'"So it seems. But Mrs. Munton had told her that he was dead. And
she has got Mr. Morgan's name down at the head of the list, and Mr.
'Mr. Morgan and I had got into a short, cool way of speaking to
each other ever since we had differed so much about the treatment of
Brouncker's arm; and I had heard once or twice of his shakes of the
head over John's case. He would not have spoken against my method for
the world, and fancied that he concealed his fears.
'"Miss Horsman is very ill-natured, I think," sighed forth Mrs.
'I saw that something had been said of which I had not heard, for
the mere fact of collecting money for the widow was good-natured,
whoever did it; so I asked, quietly, what she had said.
'"Oh, I don't know if I should tell you. I only know she made me
cry; for I'm not well, and I can't bear to hear any one that I live
'Come! this was pretty plain.
'"What did Miss Horsman say of me?" asked I, half laughing, for I
knew there was no love lost between us.
'"Oh, she only said she wondered you could go to sales, and spend
your money there, when your ignorance had made Jane Brouncker a widow,
and her children fatherless."
'"Pooh! pooh! John's alive, and likely to live as long as you or I,
thanks to you, Mrs. Rose."
'When my work-table came home, Mrs. Rose was so struck with its
beauty and completeness, and I was so much obliged to her for her
identification of my interests with hers, and the kindness of her whole
conduct about John, that I begged her to accept of it. She seemed very
much pleased; and, after a few apologies, she consented to take it, and
placed it in the most conspicuous part of the front parlour, where she
usually sat. There was a good deal of morning calling in Duncombe after
the sale, and during this time the fact of John being alive was
established to the conviction of all except Miss Horsman, who, I
believe, still doubted. I myself told Mr. Morgan, who immediately went
to reclaim his money; saying to me that he was thankful for the
information; he was truly glad to hear it; and he shook me warmly by
the hand for the first time for a month.
'A few days after the sale, I was in the consulting-room. The
servant must have left the folding-doors a little ajar, I think. Mrs.
Munton came to call on Mrs. Rose; and the former being deaf, I heard
all the speeches of the latter lady, as she was obliged to speak very
loud in order to be heard. She began:
'"This is a great pleasure, Mrs. Munton, so seldom as you are well
enough to go out."
'Mumble, mumble, mumble, through the door.
'"Oh, very well, thank you. Take this seat, and then you can admire
my new work-table, ma'am; a present from Mr. Harrison."
'"Who could have told you, ma'am? Miss Horsman? Oh, yes, I showed
it Miss Horsman."
'"I don't quite understand you, ma'am."
'"I'm not blushing, I believe. I really am quite in the dark as to
what you mean."
'"Oh, yes, Mr. Harrison and I are most comfortable together. He
reminds me so of my dear Mr. Rose—just as fidgety and anxious in his
'"I'm sure you are joking now, ma'am" Then I heard a pretty loud:
'"Oh, no;" mumble, mumble, mumble, for a long time.
'"Did he really? Well, I'm sure I don't know. I should be sorry to
think he was doomed to be unfortunate in so serious an affair; but you
know my undying regard for the late Mr. Rose."
'Another long mumble.
'"You're very kind, I'm sure. Mr. Rose always thought more of my
happiness than his own"—a little crying—"but the turtle-dove has
always been my ideal, ma'am"
'"No one could have been happier than I. As you say, it is a
compliment to matrimony."
'"Oh, but you must not repeat such a thing! Mr. Harrison would not
like it. He can't bear to have his affairs spoken about."
'Then there was a change of subject; an inquiry after some poor
person, I imagine. I heard Mrs. Rose say:
'"She has got a mucous membrane, I'm afraid, ma'am."
'A commiserating mumble.
'"Not always fatal. I believe Mr. Rose knew some cases that lived
for years after it was discovered that they had a mucous membrane." A
pause. Then Mrs. Rose spoke in a different tone.
'"Are you sure, ma'am, there is no mistake about what he said?"
'"Pray don't be so observant, Mrs. Munton; you find out too much.
One can have no little secrets."
'The call broke up; and I heard Mrs. Munton say in the passage, "I
wish you joy, ma'am, with all my heart. There's no use denying it; for
I've seen all along what would happen."
'When I went in to dinner, I said to Mrs. Rose:
'"You've had Mrs. Munton here, I think. Did she bring any news?" To
my surprise, she bridled and simpered, and replied, "Oh, you must not
ask, Mr. Harrison; such foolish reports."
'I did not ask, as she seemed to wish me not, and I knew there were
silly reports always about. Then I think she was vexed that I did not
ask. Altogether she went on so strangely that I could not help looking
at her; and then she took up a hand-screen, and held it between me and
her. I really felt rather anxious.
'"Are you not feeling well?" said I innocently.
'"Oh, thank you, I believe I'm quite well; only the room is rather
warm, is it not?"
'"Let me put the blinds down for you? the sun begins to have a good
deal of power." I drew down the blinds.
'"You are so attentive, Mr. Harrison. Mr. Rose himself never did
more for my little wishes than you do."
'"I wish I could do more—I wish I could show you how much I feel"
- her kindness to John Brouncker, I was going on to say; but I was just
then called out to a patient. Before I went I turned back, and said:
'"Take care of yourself, my dear Mrs. Rose; you had better rest a
'"For your sake, I will," said she tenderly.
'I did not care for whose sake she did it. Only I really thought
she was not quite well, and required rest. I thought she was more
affected than usual at tea-time; and could have been angry with her
nonsensical ways once or twice, but that I knew the real goodness of
her heart. She said she wished she had the power to sweeten my life as
she could my tea. I told her what a comfort she had been during my late
time of anxiety; and then I stole out to try if I could hear the
evening singing at the vicarage, by standing close to the garden-wall.
'The next morning I met Mr. Bullock by appointment to talk a little
about the legacy which was paid into his hands. As I was leaving his
office, feeling full of my riches, I met Miss Horsman. She smiled
rather grimly, and said:
'"Oh, Mr. Harrison, I must congratulate you, I believe. I don't
know whether I ought to have known, but as I do, I must wish you joy. A
very nice little sum, too. I always said you would have money."
'So she had found out my legacy, had she? Well, it was no secret,
and one likes the reputation of being a person of property. Accordingly
I smiled, and said I was much obliged to her; and, if I could alter the
figures to my liking, she might congratulate me still more.
'She said, "Oh, Mr. Harrison, you can't have everything. It would
be better the other way, certainly. Money is the great thing, as you've
found out. The relation died most opportunely, I must say."
'"He was no relative," said I; "only an intimate friend."
'"Dear-ah-me! I thought it bad been a brother! Well, at any rate,
the legacy is safe."
'I wished her good morning, and passed on. Before long I was sent
for to Miss Tomkinson's.
'Miss Tomkinson sat in severe state to receive me. I went in with
an air of ease, because I always felt so uncomfortable.
'"Is this true that I bear?" asked she, in an inquisitorial manner.
'I thought she alluded to my five hundred pounds; so I smiled, and
said that I believed it was.
'"Can money be so great an object with you, Mr. Harrison?" she
'"I said I had never cared much for money, except as an assistance
to any plan of settling in life; and then, as I did not like her severe
way of treating the subject, I said that I hoped every one was well;
though of course I expected some one was ill, or I should not have been
'Miss Tomkinson looked very grave and sad. Then she answered:
"Caroline is very poorly—the old palpitations at the heart; but of
course that is nothing to you.".
'I said I was sorry. She had a weakness there, I knew. Could I see
her? I might be able to order something for her.
'I thought I heard Miss Tomkinson say something in a low voice
about my being a heartless deceiver. Then she spoke up. "I was always
distrustful of you, Mr. Harrison. I never liked your looks. I begged
Caroline again and again not to confide in you. I foresaw how it would
end. And now I fear her precious life will be a sacrifice."
'I begged her not to distress herself, for in all probability there
was very little the matter with her sister. Might I see her?
'"No!" she said shortly, standing up as if to dismiss me. "There
has been too much of this seeing and calling. By my consent, you shall
never see her again."
'I bowed. I was annoyed, of course. Such a dismissal might injure
my practice just when I was most anxious to increase it.
'"Have you no apology, no excuse to offer?"
'I said I had done my best; I did not feel that there was any
reason to offer ail apology. I wished her good morning. Suddenly she
'"Oh, Mr. Harrison," said she, "if you have really loved Caroline,
do not let a little paltry money make you desert her for another."
'I was struck dumb. Loved Miss Caroline! I loved Miss Tomkinson a
great deal better, and yet I disliked her. She went on:
'"I have saved nearly three thousand pounds. If you think you are
too poor to marry without money, I will give it all to Caroline. I am
strong, and can go on working; but she is weak, and this disappointment
will kill her." She sat down suddenly, and covered her face with her
hands. Then she looked up.
'"You are unwilling, I see. Don't suppose I would have urged you if
it had been for myself; but she has had so much sorrow." And now she
fairly cried aloud. I tried to explain; but she would not listen, but
kept saying, "Leave the house, sir! leave the house!" But I would be
'"I have never had any feeling warmer than respect for Miss
Caroline, and I have never shown any different feeling. I never for an
instant thought of making her my wife, and she has had no cause in my
behaviour to imagine I entertained any such intention."
'"This is adding insult to injury," said she. "Leave the house,
sir, this instant!"
'I went, and sadly enough. In a small town such an occurrence is
sure to be talked about, and to make a great deal of mischief. When I
went home to dinner I was so full of it, and foresaw so clearly that I
should need some advocate soon to set the case in its right light, that
I determined on making a confidante of good Mrs. Rose. I could not eat.
She watched rite tenderly, and sighed when she saw my want of appetite.
'"I am sure you have something on Your mind, Mr. Harrison. Would it
be—would it not be—a relief to impart it to some sympathising
'It was just what I wanted to do.
'"My dear, kind Mrs. Rose", said I, "I must tell you, if you will
'She took up the fire-screen, and held it, as yesterday, between me
'"The most unfortunate misunderstanding has taken place. Miss
Tomkinson thinks that I have been paying attentions to Miss Caroline;
when, in fact—may I tell you, Mrs. Rose?—my affections are placed
elsewhere. Perhaps you have found it out already?" for indeed I thought
I had been too much in love to conceal my attachment to Sophy from any
one who knew my movements as well as Mrs. Rose.
'She hung down her head, and said she believed she had found out my
'"Then only think how miserably I am situated. If I have any hope—
oh, Mrs. Rose, do you think I have any hope—"
'She put the hand-screen still more before her face, and after some
hesitation she said she thought, "If I persevered—in time—I might
have hope." And then she suddenly got up, and left the room.
'That afternoon I met Mr. Bullock in the street. My mind was so
full of the affair with Miss Tomkinson that I should have passed him
without notice, if he had not stopped me short, and said that he must
speak to me; about my wonderful five hundred pounds, I supposed. But I
did not care for that now.
'"What is this I hear," said he severely, "about your engagement
with Mrs. Rose?"
'"With Mrs. Rose!" said I, almost laughing, although my heart was
'"Yes! with Mrs. Rose!" said he sternly.
'"I'm not engaged to Mrs. Rose," I replied. "There is some
'"I'm glad to hear it, sir," he answered, "very glad. It requires
some explanation, however. Mrs. Rose has been congratulated, and has
acknowledged the truth of the report. It is confirmed by many facts.
The work-table you bought, confessing your intention of giving it to
your future wife, is given to her. How do you account for these things,
'I said I did not pretend to account for them. At present a good
deal was inexplicable; and, when I could give an explanation, I did not
think that I should feel myself called upon to give it to him.
'"Very well, sir; very well," replied he, growing very red. "I
shall take care and let Mr. Morgan know the opinion I entertain of you.
What do you think that man deserves to be called who enters a family
under the plea of friendship, and takes advantage of his intimacy to
win the affections of the daughter, and then engages himself to another
'I thought he referred to Miss Caroline. I simply said I could only
say that I was not engaged; and that Miss Tomkinson had been quite
mistaken in supposing I had been paying any attentions to her sister
beyond those dictated by mere civility.
'"Miss Tomkinson! Miss Caroline! I don't understand to what you
refer. Is there another victim to your perfidy? What I allude to are
the attentions you have paid to my daughter, Miss Bullock."
'Another! I could but disclaim, as I had done in the case of Miss
Caroline; but I began to be in despair. Would Miss Horsman, too, come
forward as a victim to my tender affections? It was all Mr. Morgan's
doing, who had lectured me into this tenderly deferential manner. But,
on the score of Miss Bullock, I was brave in my innocence. I had
positively disliked her; and so I told her father, though in more civil
and measured terms, adding that I was sure the feeling was reciprocal.
'He looked as if he would like to horsewhip me. I longed to call
'"I hope my daughter has had sense enough to despise you; I hope
she has, that's all, I trust my wife may be mistaken as to her
'So, he had heard all through the medium of his wife. That
explained something, and rather calmed me. I begged he would ask Miss
Bullock if she had ever thought I had any ulterior object in my
intercourse with her, beyond mere friendliness (and not so much of
that, I might have added). I would refer it to her.
'"Girls," said Mr. Bullock, a little more quietly, "do not like to
acknowledge that they have been deceived and disappointed. I consider
my wife's testimony as likely to be nearer the truth than my
daughter's, for that reason. And she tells me she never doubted but
that, if not absolutely engaged, you understood each other perfectly.
She is sure Jemima is deeply wounded by your engagement to Mrs. Rose."
'"Once for all, I am not engaged to anybody. Till you have seen
your daughter, and learnt the truth from her, I will wish you
'I bowed in a stiff, haughty manner, and walked off homewards. But
when I got to my own door, I remembered Mrs. Rose, and all that Mr.
Bullock had said about her acknowledging the truth of the report of my
engagement to her. Where could I go to be safe? Mrs. Rose, Miss
Bullock, Miss Caroline—they lived as it were at the three points of
an equilateral triangle; here was I in the centre. I would go to Mr.
Morgan's, and drink tea with him. There, at any rate, I was secure from
any one wanting to marry me; and I might be as professionally bland as
I liked, without being misunderstood. But there, too, a contretemps
'Mr. Morgan was looking grave. After a minute or two of humming and
hawing, he said:
'"I have been sent for to Miss Caroline Tomkinson, Mr. Harrison. I
am sorry to hear of this. I am grieved to find that there seems to have
been some trifling with the affections of a very worthy lady. Miss
Tomkinson, who is in sad distress, tells me that they had every reason
to believe that you were attached to her sister. May I ask if you do
not intend to marry her?"
'I said, nothing was farther from my thoughts.
'"My dear sir," said Mr. Morgan, rather agitated, "do not express
yourself so strongly and vehemently. It is derogatory to the sex to
speak so. It is more respectful to say, in these cases, that you do not
venture to entertain a hope; such a manner is generally understood, and
does not sound like such positive objection."
'"I cannot help it, sir; I must talk in my own natural manner. I
would not speak disrespectfully to any woman; but nothing should induce
me to marry Miss Caroline Tomkinson; not if she were Venus herself, and
Queen of England into the bargain. I cannot understand what has given
rise to the idea."
'"Indeed, sir; I think that is very plain. You have a trifling case
to attend to in the house, and you invariably make it a pretext for
seeing and conversing with the lady."
'"That was her doing, not mine!" said I vehemently.
'"Allow me to go on. You are discovered on your knees before her—
a positive injury to the establishment as Miss Tomkinson observes; a
most passionate valentine is sent; and, when questioned, you
acknowledge the sincerity of meaning which you affix to such things."
He stopped; for in his earnestness he had been talking more than usual,
and was out of breath. I burst in with my explanations:
'"The valentine I know nothing about."
'"It is in your handwriting," said he coldly, "I should be most
deeply grieved to—in fact, I will not think it possible of your
father's son. But I must say, it is in your handwriting."
'I tried again, and at last succeeded in convincing him that I had
been only unfortunate, not intentionally guilty of winning Miss
Caroline's affections. I said that I had been endeavouring, it was
true, to practise the manner he had recommended, of universal sympathy,
And recalled to his mind some of the advice he had given me. He was a
good deal hurried.
'"But, my dear sir, I had no idea that you would carry it out to
such consequences. 'Philandering,' Miss Tomkinson called it. That is a
hard word, sir. My manner has been always render and sympathetic; but I
am not aware that I ever excited any hopes; there never was any report
about me. I believe no lady was ever attached to me. You must strive
after this happy medium, sir."
'I was still distressed. Mr. Morgan had only heard of one, but
there were three ladies (including Miss Bullock) hoping to marry me. He
saw my annoyance.
'"Don't be too much distressed about it, my dear sir; I was sure
you were too honourable a man, from the first. With a conscience like
yours, I would defy the world."
'He became anxious to console me, and I was hesitating whether I
would not tell him all my three dilemmas, when a note was brought in to
him. It was from Mrs. Munton. He threw it to me, with a face of dismay.
'"MY DEAR Mr. MORGAN,—I most sincerely congratulate you on the
happy matrimonial engagement I hear you have formed with Miss
Tomkinson. All previous circumstances, as I have just been remarking to
Miss Horsman, combine to promise you felicity. And I wish that every
blessing may attend your married life.—Most sincerely yours,
'I could not help laughing, he had been so lately congratulating
himself that no report of the kind had ever been circulated about
himself. He said:
'"Sir! this is no laughing matter; I assure you it is not."
'I could not resist asking, if I was to conclude that there was no
truth in the report.
'"Truth, sir! it's a lie from beginning to end. I don't like to
speak too decidedly about any lady; and I've a great respect for Miss
Tomkinson; but I do assure you, sir, I'd as soon marry one of Her
Majesty's Life Guards. I would rather; it would be more suitable. Miss
Tomkinson is a very worthy lady; but she's a perfect grenadier."
'He grew very nervous. He was evidently insecure. He thought it not
impossible that Miss Tomkinson might come and marry him, vi et armis. I
am sure he had some dim idea of abduction in his mind. Still, he was
better off than I was; for he was in his own house, and report had only
engaged him to one lady; while I stood, like Paris, among three
contending beauties. Truly, an apple of discord had been thrown into
our little town. I suspected at the time, what I know now, that it was
Miss Horsman's doing; not intentionally, I will do her the justice to
say. But she had shouted out the story of my behaviour to Miss Caroline
up Mrs. Munton's trumpet; and that lady, possessed with the idea that I
was engaged to Mrs. Rose, had imagined the masculine pronoun to relate
to Mr. Morgan, whom she had seen only that afternoon tte-a-tte with
Miss Tomkinson, condoling with her in some tender deferential manner,
I'll be bound.
'I was very cowardly. I positively dared not go home; but at length
I was obliged to. I had done all I could to console Mr. Morgan, but he
refused to he comforted. I went at last. I rang at the bell. I don't
know who opened the door, but I think it was Mrs. Rose. I kept a
handkerchief to my face, and, muttering something about having a
dreadful toothache, I flew up to my room and bolted the door. I had no
candle; but what did that signify. I was safe. I could not sleep; and
when I did fall into a sort of doze, it was ten times worse wakening
up. I could not remember whether I was engaged or not. If I was
engaged, who was the lady? I had alway considered myself as rather
plain than otherwise; but surely I had made a mistakee. Fascinating I
certainly must be; but perhaps I was handsome. As soon as day dawned, I
got up to ascertain the fact at the looking-glass. Even with the best
disposition to be convinced, I could not see any striking beauty in my
round face, with an unshaven beard and a nightcap like a fool's cap at
the top. No! I must be content to be plain, but agreeable. All this I
tell you in confidence. I would not have my little bit of vanity known
for the world. I fell asleep towards morning. I was awakened by a tap
at my door. It was Peggy: she put in a hand with a note. I took it.
'"It is not from Miss Horsman?" said I, half in joke, half in very
'"No, sir; Mr. Morgan's man brought it."
'I opened it. It ran thus:
'"MY DEAR SIR,—It is now nearly twenty years since I have had a
little relaxation, and I find that my health requires it. I have also
the utmost confidence in you, and I am sure this feeling is shared by
our patients. I have, therefore, no scruple in putting in execution a
hastily-formed plan, and going to Chesterton to catch the early train
on my way to Paris. If your accounts are good, I shall remain away
probably a fortnight. Direct to Meurice's.—Yours most truly.
"P.S.—Perhaps it may be as well not to name where I am gone,
especially to Miss Tomkinson."
'He had deserted me. He—with only one report—had left me to
stand my ground with three.
'"Mrs. Rose's kind regards, sir, and it's nearly nine o'clock.
Breakfast has been ready this hour, sir."
'"Tell Mrs. Rose I don't want any breakfast. Or stay" (for I was
very hungry), "I will take a cup of tea and some toast up here."
'Peggy brought the tray to the door.
'"I hope you're not ill, sir?" said she kindly.
'"Not very, I shall be better when I get into the air."
'"Mrs. Rose seems sadly put about," said she; "she seems so grieved
'I watched my opportunity, and went out by the side-door in the
'I had intended to ask Mr. Morgan to call at the vicarage, and give
his parting explanation before they could hear the report. Now I
thought that, if I could see Sophy, I would speak to her myself; but I
did not wish to encounter the Vicar. I went along the lane at the back
of the vicarage, and came suddenly upon Miss Bullock. She coloured, and
asked me if I would allow her to speak to me. I could only be resigned;
but I thought I could probably set one report at rest by this
'She was almost crying.
'"I must tell you, Mr. Harrison, I have watched you here in order
to speak to you. I heard with the greatest regret of papa's
conversation with you yesterday." She was fairly crying. "I believe
Mrs. Bullock finds me in her way, and wants to have me married. It is
the only way in which I can account for such a complete
misrepresentation as she had told papa. I don't care for you, in the
least, sir. You never paid me any attentions. You've been almost rude
to me; and I have liked you the better. That's to say, I never have
'"I am truly glad to hear what you say," answered I. "Don't
distress yourself. I was sure there was some mistake."
'But she cried bitterly.
'"It is so hard to feel that my marriage—my absence—is desired
so earnestly at home. I dread every new acquaintance we form with any
gentleman. It is sure to be the beginning of a series of attacks on
him, of which everybody must be aware, and to which they may think I am
a willing party. But I should not much mind if it were not for the
conviction that she wishes me so earnestly away. Oh, my own dear mamma,
you would never—"
'She cried more than ever. I was truly sorry for her, and had just
taken her hand, and began—"My dear Miss Bullock"—when the door in
the wall of the vicarage garden opened. It was the Vicar letting out
Miss Tomkinson, whose face was all swelled with crying. He saw me; but
he did not bow, or make any sign. On the contrary, he looked down as
from a severe eminence, and shut the door hastily. I turned to Miss
'"I am afraid the Vicar has been hearing something to my
disadvantage from Miss Tomkinson, and it is very awkward"—she
finished my sentence—"To have found us here together. Yes; but, as
long as we understand that we do not care for each other, it does not
signify what people say."
'"Oh, but to me it does," said I. "I may, perhaps, tell you—but
do not mention it to a creature—I am attached to Miss Hutton."
'"To Sophy! Oh, Mr. Harrison, I am so glad; she is such a sweet
creature. Oh, I wish you joy."
'"Not yet; I have never spoken about it."
'"Oh, but it is certain to happen." She jumped with a woman's
rapidity to a conclusion. And then she began to praise Sophy. Never was
a man yet who did not like to hear the praises of his mistress. I
walked by her side; we came past the front of the vicarage together. I
looked up, and saw Sophy there, and she saw me.
'That afternoon she was sent away—sent to visit her aunt
ostensibly; in reality, because of the reports of my conduct, which
were showered down upon the Vicar, and one of which he saw confirmed by
his own eyes.
'I heard of Sophy's departure as one heard of everything, soon
after it had taken place. I did not care for the awkwardness of my
situation, which had so perplexed and amused me in the morning. I felt
that something was wrong; that Sophy was taken away from me. I sank
into despair. If anybody liked to marry me, they might. I was willing
to be sacrificed. I did not speak to Mrs.. Rose. She wondered at me,
and grieved over my coldness, I saw; but I had left off feeling
anything. Miss Tomkinson cut me in the street; and it did not break my
heart. Sophy was gone away; that was all I cared for. Where had they
sent her to? Who was her aunt that she should go and visit her? One day
I met Lizzie, who looked as though she had been told not to speak to
me; but I could not help doing so.
'"Have your heard from your sister?" said I.
'"Where is she? I hope she is well."
'"She is at the Leoms"—I was not much wiser. "Oh, yes, she is
very well. Fanny says she was at the Assembly last Wednesday, and
danced all night with the officers."
'I thought I would enter myself a member of the Peace Society at
once. She was a little flirt, and a hardhearted creature. I don't think
I wished Lizzie goodbye.
'What most people would have considered a more serious evil than
Sophy's absence, befell me. I found that my practice was falling off.
The prejudice of the town ran strongly against me. Mrs. Munton told me
all that was said. She heard it through Miss Horsman. It was said—
cruel little town—that my negligence or ignorance had been the cause
of Walter's death; that Miss Tyrrell had become worse under my
treatment; and that John Brouncker was all but dead, if he was not
quite, from my mismanagement. All Jack Marshland's jokes and
revelations, which had, I thought, gone to oblivion, were raked up to
my discredit. He himself, formerly, to my astonishment, rather a
favourite with the good people of Duncombe, was spoken of as one of my
'In short, so prejudiced were the good people of Duncombe that I
believe a very little would have made them suspect me of a brutal
highway robbery, which took place in the neighbourhood about this time.
Mrs. Munton told me, a propos of the robbery, that she had never yet
understood the cause of my year's imprisonment in Newgate; she had no
doubt, from what Mr. Morgan had told her, there was some good reason
for it; but if I would tell her the particulars, she should like to
'Miss Tomkinson sent for Mr. White, from Chesterton, to see Miss
Caroline; and, as he was coming over, all our old patients seemed to
take advantage of it, and send for him too.
'But the worst of all was the Vicar's manner to me. If he had cut
me, I could have asked him why he did so. But the freezing change in
his behaviour was indescribable, though bitterly felt. I heard of
Sophy's gaiety from Lizzie. I thought of writing to her. Just then Mr.
Morgan's fortnight of absence expired. I was wearied out by Mrs. Rose's
tender vagaries, and took no comfort from her sympathy, which indeed I
rather avoided. Her tears irritated, instead of grieving me. I wished I
could tell her at once that I had no intention of marrying her.
'Mr. Morgan had not been at home above two hours before he was sent
for to the vicarage. Sophy had come back, and I had never heard of it.
She had come home ill and weary, and longing for rest: and the rest
seemed approaching with awful strides. Mr. Morgan forgot all his
Parisian adventures, and all his terror of Miss Tomkinson, when he was
sent for to see her. She was ill of a fever, which made fearful
progress. When he told me, I wished to force the vicarage door, if I
might but see her. But I controlled myself, and only cursed my weak
indecision, which had prevented my writing to her. It was well I had no
patients: they would have had but a poor chance of attention. I hung
about Mr. Morgan, who might see her, and did see her. But, from what he
told me, I perceived that the measures he was adopting were powerless
to check so sudden and violent an illness. Oh! if they would but let me
see her! But that was out of the question. It was not merely that the
Vicar had heard of my character as a gay Lothario, but that doubts had
been thrown out of my medical skill. The accounts grew worse. Suddenly
my resolution was taken. Mr. Morgan's very regard for Sophy made him
more thin usually timid in his practice. I had my horse saddled, and
galloped to Chesterton. I took the express train to town. I went to Dr.
-. I told him every particular of the case. He listened; but shook his
head. He wrote down a prescription, and recommended a new preparation,
not yet in full use—a preparation of a poison, in fact,
'"It may save her," said he. "It is a chance, in such a state of
things as you describe. It must be given on the fifth day, if the pulse
will bear it. Crabbe makes up the preparation most skilfully. Let me
hear from you, I beg."
'I went to Crabbe's; I begged to make it up myself; but my hands
trembled, so that I could not weigh the quantities. I asked the young
man to do it for me. I went, without touching food, to the station,
with my medicine and my prescription in my pocket. Back we flew through
the country. I sprang on Bay Maldon, which my groom had in waiting, and
galloped across the country to Duncombe.
'But I drew bridle when I came to the top of the hill—the hill
above the old hall, from which we catch the first glimpse of the town,
for I thought within myself that she might be dead; and I dreaded to
come near certainty. The hawthorns were out in the woods, the young
Jambs were in the meadows, the song of the thrushes filled the air; but
it only made the thought the more terrible.
'"What if, in this world of hope and life, she lies dead!" I heard
the church bells soft and clear. I sickened to listen. Was it the
passing bell? No! it was ringing eight o'clock. I put spurs to my
horse, down hill as it was. We dashed into the town. I turned him,
saddle and bridle, into the stable-yard, and went off to Mr. Morgan's.
'"Is she—" said I. "How is she?"
'"Very ill. My poor fellow, I see how it is with you. She may live
- but I fear. My dear sir, I am very much afraid."
'I told, him of my journey and consultation with Dr. -, and showed
him the prescription. His hands trembled as he put on his spectacles to
'"This is a very dangerous medicine, sir," said he, with his finger
under the name of the poison.
'"It is a new preparation," saidI. "Dr.—relies much upon it."
'"I dare not administer it," he replied. "I have never tried it. It
must be very powerful. I dare not play tricks in this case."
'I believe I stamped with impatience; but it was all of no use. My
journey had been in vain. The more I urged the imminent danger of the
case requiring some powerful remedy, the more nervous he became.
'I told him I would throw up the partnership. I threatened him with
that, though, in fact, it was only what I felt I ought to do, and had
resolved upon before Sophy's illness, as I had lost the confidence of
his patients. He only said:
'"I cannot help it, sir. I shall regret it for your father's sake;
but I must do my duty. I dare not run the risk of giving Miss Sophy
this violent medicine—a preparation of a deadly poison."
'I left him without a word. He was quite right in adhering to his
own views, as I can see now; but at the time I thought him brutal and
'I went home. I spoke rudely to Mrs. Rose, who awaited my return at
the door. I rushed past, and locked myself in my room. I could not go
'The morning sun came pouring in, and enraged me, as everything did
since Mr. Morgan refused. I pulled the blind down so violently that the
string broke. What did it signify? The light might come in. What was
the sun to me? And then I remembered that that sun might be shining on
'I sat down and covered my face. Mrs. Rose knocked at the door. I
opened it. She had never been in bed, and had been crying too.
'"Mr. Morgan wants to speak to you, sir."
'I rushed back for my medicine, and went to him. He stood at the
door, pale and anxious.
'"She's alive, sir," said he, "but that's all. We have sent for Dr.
Hamilton. I'm afraid he will not come in time. Do you know, sir, I
think we should venture—with Dr. -'s sanction to give her that
medicine. It is but a chance; but it is the only one, I'm afraid." He
fairly cried before he had ended.
'"I've got it here," said I, setting off to walk; but he could not
go so fast.
'"I beg your pardon, sir" said he, "for my abrupt refusal last
'"Indeed, sir," said I; "I ought much rather to beg your pardon. I
was very violent."
'"Oh! never mind! never mind! Will you repeat what Dr.—said?"
'I did so; and then I asked, with a meekness that astonished
myself, if I might not go in and administer it.
'"No, sir," said he, "I'm afraid not. I am sure your good heart
would not wish to give pain. Besides, it might agitate her, if she has
any consciousness before death. In her delirium she has often mentioned
your name; and, sir, I'm sure you won't name it again, as it may, in
fact, be considered a professional secret; but I did hear our good
Vicar speak a little strongly about you; in fact, sir, I did hear him
curse you. You see the mischief it might make in the parish, I'm sure,
if this were known.
'I gave him the medicine, and watched him in, and saw the door
shut. I hung about the place all day. Poor and rich all came to
inquire. The county people drove up in their carriages—the halt and
the lame came on their crutches. Their anxiety did my heart good. Mr.
Morgan told me that she slept, and I watched Dr. Hamilton into the
house. The night came on. She slept. I watched round the house. I saw
the light high up, burning still and steady. Then I saw it moved. It
was the crisis, in one way or other.
'Mr. Morgan came out. Good old man! The tears were running down his
cheeks: he could not speak: but kept shaking my hands. I did not want
words. I understood that she was better.
'"Dr. Hamilton says, it was the only medicine that could have saved
her. I was an old fool, sir. I beg your pardon. The Vicar shall know
all. I beg your pardon, sir, if I was abrupt."
'Everything went on brilliantly from this time.
'Mr. Bullock called to apologise for his mistake, and consequent
upbraiding. John Brouncker came home, brave and well.
'There was still Miss Tomkinson in the ranks of the enemy; and Mrs.
Rose too much, I feared, in the ranks of the friends.
'One night she had gone to bed, and I was thinking of going. I had
been studying in the back room, where I went for refuge from her in the
present position of affairs—(I read a good number of surgical books
about this time, and also Vanity Fair)—when I heard a loud,
long-continued knocking at the door, enough to waken the whole street.
Before I could get it open, I heard that well-known bass of Jack
Marshland's—once heard, never to be forgotten—pipe up the negro
'"Who's dat knocking at de door?"
'Though it was raining hard at the time, and I stood waiting to let
him in, he would finish his melody in the open air; loud and clear
along the street it sounded. I saw Miss Tomkinson's night-capped head
emerge from a window. She called out "Police! police!"
'Now there were no police, only a rheumatic constable, in the town;
but it was the custom of the ladies, when alarmed at night, to call an
imaginary police, which had, they thought, an intimidating effect; but,
as everyone knew the real state of the unwatched town, we did not much
mind it in general. Just now, however, I wanted to regain my character.
So I pulled Jack in, quavering as he entered.
'"You've spoilt a good shake," said he, "that's what you have. I'm
nearly up to Jenny Lind; and you see I'm a nightingale, like her."
'We sat up late; and I don't know how it was, but I told him all my
'"I thought I could imitate your hand pretty well," said he. "My
word! it was a flaming valentine! No wonder she thought you loved her!"
'"So that was your doing, was it? Now I'll tell you what you shall
do to make up for it. You shall write me a letter confessing your hoax
- a letter that I can show."
'"Give me pen and paper, my boy! you shall dictate. 'With a deeply
penitent heart'—Will that do for a beginning?"
'I told him what to write; a simple, straightforward confession of
his practical joke. I enclosed it in a few lines of regret that,
unknown to me, any of my friends should have so acted.
'All this time I knew that Sophy was slowly recovering. One day I
met Miss Bullock, who had seen her'
'"We have been talking about you," said she, with a bright smile;
for, since she knew I disliked her, she felt quite at her case, and
could smile very pleasantly. I understood that she had been explaining
the misunderstanding about herself to Sophy; so that, when Jack
Marshlands's note had been sent to Miss Tomkinson's, I thought myself
in a fair way to have my character established in two quarters. But the
third was my dilemma. Mrs. Rose had really so much of my true regard
for her good qualities, that I disliked the idea of a formal
explanation, in which a good deal must be said on my side to wound her.
We had become very much estranged ever since I had heard of this report
of my engagement to her. I saw that she grieved over it. While Jack
Marshland stayed with us, I felt at my case in the presence of a third
person. But he told me confidentially he durst not stay long, for fear
some of the ladies should snap him up, and marry him. Indeed I myself
did not think it unlikely that he would snap one of them up if he
could. For when we met Miss Bullock one day, and heard her hopeful,
joyous account of Sophy's progress (to whom she was a daily visitor) he
asked me who that bright-looking girl was? And when I told him she was
the Miss Bullock of whom I had spoken to him, he was pleased to observe
that he thought I had been a great fool, and asked me if Sophy had
anything like such splendid eyes. He made me repeat about Miss
Bullock's unhappy circumstances at home, and then became very
thoughtful—a most unusual and morbid symptom in his case.
'Soon after he went, by Mr. Morgan's kind offices and explanations,
I was permitted to see Sophy. I might not speak much; it was
prohibited, for fear of agitating her. We talked of the weather and the
flowers; and we were silent. But her little white thin hand lay in
mine; and we understood each other without words. I had a long
interview with the Vicar afterwards, and came away glad and satisfied.
'Mr. Morgan called in the afternoon, evidently anxious, though he
made no direct inquiries (he was too polite for that) to hear the
result of my visit at the vicarage. I told him to give me joy. He shook
me warmly by the hand, and then rubbed his own together. I thought I
would consult him about my dilemma with Mrs. Rose, who, I was afraid,
would be deeply affected by my engagement.
'"There is only one awkward circumstance," said I—"about Mrs.
Rose." I hesitated how to word the fact of her having received
congratulations on her supposed engagement with me, and her manifest
attachment; but, before I could speak, he broke in:
'"My dear sir, you need not trouble yourself about that; she will
have a home. In fact, sir," said he, reddening a little, "I thought it
would, perhaps, put a stop to those reports connecting my name with
Miss Tomkinson's, if I married some one else. I hoped it might prove an
efficacious contradiction. And I was struck with admiration for Mrs.
Rose's undying memory of her late husband. Not to be prolix, I have
this morning obtained Mrs. Rose's consent to—to marry her, in fact,
sir!" said he, jerking out the climax.
'Here was an event! Then Mr. Morgan had never heard the report
about Mrs. Rose and me. (To this day, I think she would have taken me,
if I had proposed.) So much the better.
'Marriages were in the fashion that year. Mr. Bullock met me one
morning, as I was going to ride with Sophy. He and I had quite got over
our misunderstanding, thanks to Jemima, and were as friendly as ever.
This morning he was chuckling aloud as he walked.
'"Stop, Mr. Harrison!" he said, as I went quickly past. "Have you
heard the news? Miss Horsman has just told me Miss Caroline has eloped
with young Hoggins! She is ten years older than he is! How can her
gentility like being married to a tallow-chandler? It is a very good
thing for her, though", he added, in a more serious manner; "old
Hoggins is very rich, and, though he's angry just now, he will soon be
'Any vanity I might have entertained on the score of the three
ladies who were, at one time, said to be captivated by my charms, was
being rapidly dispersed. Soon after Mr. Hoggin's marriage, I met Miss
Tomkinson face to face, for the first time since our memorable
conversation. She ;topped me, and said:
'"Don't refuse to receive my congratulations, Mr. Harrison, on your
most happy engagement to Miss Hutton. I owe you an apology, too, for my
behaviour when I last saw you at our house. I really did think Caroline
was attached to you then; and it irritated me, I confess, in a very
wrong and unjustifiable way. But I heard her telling Mr. Hoggins only
yesterday that she had been attached to him for years; ever since he
was in pinafores, she dated it from; and when I asked her afterwards
how she could say so, after her distress on hearing that false report
about you and Mrs. Rose, she cried, and said I never had understood
her; and that the hysterics which alarmed me so much were simply caused
by eating pickled cucumber. I am very sorry for my stupidity and
improper way of speaking; but I hope we are friends now, Mr. Harrison,
for I should wish to be liked by Sophy's husband."
'Good Miss Tomkinson, to believe the substitution of indigestion
for disappointed affection! I shook her warmly by the hand; and we have
been all right ever since. I think I told you she is baby's godmother.
'I had some difficulty in persuading Jack Marshland to be
groomsman; but, when he heard all the arrangements, he came. Miss
Bullock was bridesmaid. He liked us all so well, that he came again at
Christmas, and was far better behaved than he had been the year before.
He won golden opinions indeed. Miss Tomkinson said he was a reformed
young man. We dined all together at Mr. Morgan's (the Vicar wanted us
to go there; but, from what Sophy told me, Helen was not confident of
the mincemeat, and rather dreaded so large a party). We had a jolly day
of it. Mrs. Morgan was as kind and motherly as ever. Miss Horsman
certainly did set out a story that the Vicar was thinking of Miss
Tomkinson for his second; or else, I think, we had no other report
circulated in consequence of our happy, merry Christmas Day; and it is
a wonder, considering how Jack Marshland went on with Jemima.'
Here Sophy came back from putting baby to bed; and Charles wakened