Mrs. Channing’s breakfast hour was nine o’clock on ordinary days, made thus late for the sake of convenience. On Sundays it was half-past eight. Discipline and training had rendered it easy to observe rules at Mr. Channing’s; or, it may be better to say, it had rendered them difficult to be disobeyed. At half-past eight all were in the breakfast-room, dressed for the day. When the hour for divine service arrived, they had only to put on their hats and bonnets1 to be ready for it. Even old Judy was grand on a Sunday morning. Her mob-cap was of spotted2, instead of plain net, and her check apron3 was replaced by a white one.
With great personal inconvenience, and some pain—for he was always worse in the morning—Mr. Channing would on that day rise to breakfast. It had been his invariable custom to take the reading himself on Sunday—the little time he devoted4 to religion—and he was unwilling5 to break through it. Breakfast over, it was immediately entered upon, and would be finished by ten o’clock. He did not preach a sermon; he did not give them much reading; it was only a little homely6 preparation for the day and the services they were about to enter upon. Very unwise had it been of Mr. Channing, to tire his children with a private service before the public service began.
Breakfast, on these mornings, was always a longer meal than usual. There was no necessity to hurry over it, in order to hasten to the various occupations of every-day life. It was taken leisurely7, amidst much pleasant, social converse8.
As they were assembling for breakfast on this morning, Arthur came in. It was so unusual for them to leave the house early on a Sunday, that Mr. Channing looked at him with surprise.
“I have been to see Jenkins, sir,” he explained. “In coming home last night, I met Mr. Hurst, who told me he feared Jenkins was getting worse. I would not go to see him then; it might have been late to disturb him, so I have been now.”
“And how is he?” inquired Mr. Channing.
“A great deal better,” replied Arthur. “So much better that Mr. Hurst says he may come to the office to-morrow should there be no relapse. He enjoins9 strict quiet for to-day. And Mrs. Jenkins is determined10 that he shall have quiet; therefore I am sure, he will,” Arthur added, laughing. “She says he appeared ill last night only from the number of visitors he had seen. They were coming in all day long; and on Friday besides.”
“Why should people flock to see Jenkins?” exclaimed Tom. “He is nobody.”
“That is just what Mrs. Jenkins said this morning,” returned Arthur. “I believe they go out of curiosity to hear the truth of the locking-up in the cloisters12. The bishop’s having been one of the sufferers has aroused the interest of Helstonleigh.”
“I am very glad that Jenkins is better,” observed Mr. Channing.
“So am I,” emphatically answered Arthur. He was pretty sure Tom had had no share in the exploit; but he did not know about Charley.
“The dean preaches to-day,” suddenly called out Tom.
“How do you know?” demanded Annabel.
“Because I do,” oracularly spoke13 Tom.
“Will you condescend14 to inform me how you know it, Tom, if you will not inform Annabel?” asked Mr. Channing.
Tom laughed. “The dean began his close residence yesterday, papa. Therefore we know he will preach to-day.”
Mr. Channing sighed. He was debarred from attending the services, and he felt the deprivation15 keenly when he found that any particularly eminent16 man was to fill the cathedral pulpit. The dean of Helstonleigh was an admirable preacher.
“Oh!” exclaimed Mr. Channing, in the uncontrollable impulse of the moment, “if I could only regain17 health and strength!”
“It will come, James; God willing,” said Mrs. Channing, looking up hopefully from the cups she was filling. “What I have heard of Dr. Lamb’s restoration has put new confidence into me.”
“I think Mr. Yorke intends to bring Dr. Lamb to see you this afternoon, papa,” said Constance.
“I shall be glad to see him; I shall be glad to hear the particulars of his case and its cure,” exclaimed Mr. Channing, with all conscious eagerness. “Did Mr. Yorke tell you he should bring him to-day, Constance?”
“Yes, papa. Dr. Lamb intends to be at the cathedral for afternoon service, and Mr. Yorke said he would bring him here afterwards.”
“You must get him to take tea with us, Mary.”
“Certainly,” answered Mrs. Channing. “In six months from this, James, you may be as well and active as ever.”
Mr. Channing raised his hands, as if warding18 off the words. Not of the words was he afraid, but of the hopes they whispered. “I think too much about it, already, Mary. It is not as though I were sure of getting to the medicinal baths.”
“We will take care that you do that, sir,” said Hamish, with his sunny smile.
“You cannot help in it, you know, Hamish,” interposed saucy19 Annabel. “It will be Arthur and Constance who will help—not you. I heard you say so!”
“But I have changed my mind, and intend to help,” returned Hamish. “And, if you will allow me the remark, young lady, I think it would better become a certain little girl, not to chatter20 quite so much!”
Was Hamish speaking in jest, or earnest, with regard to the helping21 point of the affair? A peculiar22 tone in his voice, in spite of its lightness, had struck both Constance and Arthur, each being in the secret of his more than want of funds.
The second bell was beginning to chime as the Channings entered the cloister11 gates. Tom and Charles had gone on before. Panting, breathless, almost knocking down Annabel, came Tod Yorke, terribly afraid of being marked late.
“Take care, Tod!” exclaimed Hamish. “Are you running for a wager23?”
“Don’t keep me, Mr. Hamish Channing! Those incapable24 servants of ours never called us till the bell began. I have had no breakfast, and Gerald couldn’t find his shirt. He has had to come off in his dirty one, with his waistcoat buttoned up. Won’t my lady be in a rage when she sees him?”
Getting up and breakfasting were generally bustling25 affairs at Lady Augusta’s; but the confusion of every day was as nothing compared with that of Sunday. Master Tod was wrong when he complained that he had not been called. The servants had called both him and Gerald, who shared the same room, but the young gentlemen had gone to sleep again. The breakfast hour was the same as other mornings, nine o’clock; but, for all the observance it obtained, it might as well have been nine at night. To give the servants their due, breakfast, on this morning, was on the table at nine—that is, the cloth, the cups and saucers: and there it remained until ten. The maids meanwhile enjoyed their own leisurely breakfast in the kitchen, regaling themselves with hot coffee, poached eggs, buttered toast, and a dish of gossip. At ten, Lady Augusta, who made a merit of always rising to breakfast on a Sunday, entered the breakfast-room in a dirty morning wrapper, and rang the bell.
“Is nobody down?” cried she, sharply.
“I think not, my lady,” was Martha’s reply. “I have not heard them. I have been three times in the young ladies’ room, but they would not get up.”
This was not quite true. Martha had been in once, and had been scolded for her pains. “None of them ever will get up on a Sunday morning,” added Martha; “they say, ‘where’s the good?’”
“Bring in breakfast,” crossly responded Lady Augusta. “And then go to the young ladies, and see whether the rest are getting up. What has the cook been at with this coffee?” Lady Augusta added, when she began to pour it out. “It is cold. Her coffee is always cold.”
“It has been made half an hour, I know, my lady.”
The first to appear was the youngest child of all, little Frank; the next his brother, a year older; they wore dirty collars, and their hair was uncombed. Then came the girls—Caroline without a frock, a shawl thrown on, instead, and Fanny in curl papers. Lady Augusta scolded them for their late appearance, forgetting, possibly, that she herself set the example.
“It is not much past ten,” said Caroline. “We shall be in time for college.”
“It is nearly upon half-past,” replied Lady Augusta. “Why do you come down in a petticoat, Caroline?”
“That stupid dressmaker has put no tape to my dress,” fretfully responded Caroline. “Martha is sewing it on.”
Roland lounged in, not more presentable than the rest. Why had Lady Augusta not brought them up to better habits? Why should they come down on a Sunday morning more untidy than on other mornings? They would have told you, had you asked the question, that on other mornings they must be ready to hasten to their daily occupations. Had Sunday no occupation, then? Did it deserve no marked deference26? Had I been Lady Augusta Yorke, I should have said to Roland that morning, when I saw his slip-shod slippers27 and his collarless neck, “If you can show no respect for me, show it for the day.”
Half-past ten struck, and Lady Augusta started up to fly to her own room. She had still much to do, ere she could be presentable for college. Caroline followed. Fanny wondered what Gerald and Tod would do. Not yet down!
“Those boys will get a tanning, to-morrow, from old Pye!” exclaimed Roland, remembering the time when “tannings” had been his portion for the same fault. “Go and see what they are after, Martha.”
They were “after” jumping up in alarm, aroused by the college bell. Amidst wild confusion, for nothing seemed to be at hand, with harsh reproaches to Martha, touching28 their shirts and socks, and other articles of attire29, they scrambled30 downstairs, somehow, and flew out of the house on their way to the college schoolroom; Gerald drinking a freshly made scalding cup of coffee; Tod cramming32 a thick piece of bread and butter into his pocket, and trusting to some spare moment to eat it in. All this was the usual scramble31 of Sunday morning. The Yorkes did get to college, somehow, and there was an end of it.
After the conclusion of the service, as the congregation were dispersing33, Mr. Galloway came up to Arthur Channing in the cloisters, and drew him aside.
“Do you recollect34 taking the letters to the post, on Friday afternoon?” he inquired.
“On Friday?” mused35 Arthur, who could not at the moment recollect much about that particular day’s letters; it was he who generally posted them for the office. “Oh yes, I do remember, sir,” he replied, as the relative circumstances flashed across him.
Mr. Galloway looked at him, possibly doubting whether he really did remember. “How many letters were there for the post that afternoon?” he asked.
“Three,” promptly36 rejoined Arthur. “Two were for London, and one was for Ventnor.”
“Just so,” assented37 Mr. Galloway. “Now, then, to whom did you intrust the posting of those letters?”
“I did not intrust them to any one,” replied Arthur; “I posted them myself.”
“You are sure?”
“Quite sure, sir,” answered Arthur, in some surprise. But Mr. Galloway said no more, and gave no reason for his inquiry38. He turned into his own house, which was situated39 near the cloister gates, and Arthur went on home.
Had you been attending worship in Helstonleigh Cathedral that same afternoon, you might have observed, as one of the congregation, a tall stout40 man, with a dark, sallow face, and grey hair. He sat in a stall near to the Reverend William Yorke, who was the chanter for the afternoon. It was Dr. Lamb. A somewhat peculiar history was his. Brought up to the medical profession, and taking his physician’s degree early, he went out to settle in New Zealand, where he had friends. Circumstances brought him into frequent contact with the natives there. A benevolent41, thoughtful man, gifted with much Christian42 grace, the sad spiritual state of these poor heathens gave the deepest concern to Dr. Lamb. He did what he could for them in his leisure hours, but his profession took up most of his time: often did he wish he had more time at his command. A few years of hard work, and then the wish was realized. A small patrimony43 was bequeathed him, sufficient to enable him to live without work. From that time he applied44 himself to the arduous45 duties of a missionary46, and his labours were crowned with marked success. Next came illness. He was attacked with rheumatism47 in the joints48; and after many useless remedies had been tried, he came home in search of health, which he found, as you have heard, in certain German spas.
Mr. Channing watched the clock eagerly. Unless it has been your portion, my reader, to undergo long and apparently49 hopeless affliction, and to find yourself at length unexpectedly told that there may be a cure for you; that another, afflicted50 in a similar manner, has been restored to health by simple means, and will call upon you and describe to you what they were—you could scarcely understand the nervous expectancy51 of Mr. Channing on this afternoon. Four o’clock! they would soon be here now.
A very little time longer, and they were with him—his family, Mr. Yorke, and Dr. Lamb. The chief subject of anxiety was soon entered upon, Dr. Lamb describing his illness at great length.
“But were you as helpless as I am?” inquired Mr. Channing.
“Quite as helpless. I was carried on board, and carried to a bed at an hotel when I reached England. From what I have heard of your case, and from what you say, I should judge the nature of your malady52 to be precisely53 similar to mine.”
“And now tell me about the healing process.”
Dr. Lamb paused. “You must promise to put faith in my prescription54.”
Mr. Channing raised his eyes in surprise. “Why should I not do so?”
“Because it will appear to you so very simple. I consulted a medical man in London, one skilled in rheumatic cases, and he gave it as his opinion that a month or two passed at one of the continental55 springs might restore me. I laughed at him.”
“You did not believe him?”
“I did not, indeed. Shall I confess to you that I felt vexed56 with him? There was I, a poor afflicted man, lying helpless, racked with pain; and to be gravely assured that a short sojourn57 at a pleasant foreign watering-place would, in all probability, cure me, sounded very like mockery. I knew something of the disease, its ordinary treatment, and its various phases. It was true I had left Europe for many years, and strange changes had been taking place in medical science. Still, I had no faith in what he said, as being applicable to my own case; and for a whole month, week after week, day after day, I declined to entertain his views. I considered that it would be so much time and money wasted.”
Dr. Lamb paused. Mr. Channing did not interrupt him.
“One Sunday evening, I was on my solitary58 sofa—lying in pain—as I can see you are lying now. The bells were ringing out for evening service. I lay thinking of my distressed59 condition; wishing I could be healed. By-and-by, after the bells had ceased, and the worshippers had assembled within the walls of the sanctuary60, from which privilege I was excluded, I took up my Bible. It opened at the fifth chapter of the second book of Kings. I began to read, somewhat listlessly, I fear—listlessly, at any rate, compared with the strange enthusiasm which grew upon me as I read, ‘Go and wash in Jordan seven times, and thy flesh shall come again to thee, and thou shalt be clean. And Naaman was wroth.... And his servants spake unto him and said, My father, if the prophet had bid thee do some great thing, wouldest thou not have done it? how much rather then, when he saith unto thee, Wash, and be clean?’
“Mr. Channing,” Dr. Lamb continued in a deeper tone, “the words sounded in my ear, fell upon my heart, as a very message sent direct from God. All the folly61 of my own obstinate62 disbelief came full upon me; the scales seemed to fall from my eyes, and I said, ‘Shall I not try that simple thing?’ A firm conviction that the chapter had been directed to me that night as a warning, seated itself within me; and, from that hour, I never entertained a shadow of doubt but that the baths would be successful.”
“And you journeyed to them?”
“Instantly. Within a week I was there. I seemed to know that I was going to my cure. You will not, probably, understand this.”
“I understand it perfectly,” was Mr. Channing’s answer. “I believe that a merciful Providence63 does vouchsafe64, at rare times, to move us by these direct interpositions. I need not ask you if you were cured. I have heard that you were. I see you are. Can you tell me aught of the actual means?”
“I was ordered to a small place in the neighbourhood of Aix-la-Chapelle; a quiet, unpretending place, where there are ever-rising springs of boiling, sulphuric water. The precise course of treatment I will come in another day and describe to you. I had to drink a great deal of the water, warm—six or eight half-pints of it a day; I had to bathe regularly in this water; and I had to take what are called douche baths every other day.”
“I have heard of the douche baths,” said Mr. Channing. “Rather fierce, are they not?”
“Fierce!” echoed the doctor. “The first time I tried one, I thought I should never come out alive. The water was dashed upon me, through a tube, with what seemed alarming force until I grew used to it; whilst an attendant rubbed and turned and twisted my limbs about, as if they had been so many straws in his strong hand. So violent is the action of the water that my face had to be protected by a board, lest it should come into contact with it.”
“Strong treatment!” remarked Mr. Channing.
“Strong, but effectual. Effectual, so far as my case was concerned. Whether it was drinking the water, or the sulphur baths, the douches, the pure air, or the Prussian doctor’s medicine, or all combined, I was, under God’s goodness, restored to health. I entertain no doubt that you may be restored in like manner.”
“And the cost?” asked Mr. Channing, with a sigh he could not wholly suppress.
“There’s the beauty of it! the advantage to us poor folks, who possess a shallow purse, and that only half filled,” laughed Dr. Lamb. “Had it been costly65, I could not have afforded it. These baths, mind you, are in the hotel, which is the greatest possible accommodation to invalids66; the warm baths cost a franc each, the douche two francs, the water you drink, nothing. The doctor’s fee is four and sixpence, and you need not consult him often. Ascertain67 the proper course, and go on with it.”
“But the hotel expenses?”
“That cost me four shillings a day, everything included, except a trifle for servants. Candles alone were extras, and I did not burn them very much, for I was glad to go to bed early. Wine I do not take, or that also would have been an extra. You could not live very much cheaper at home.”
“How I should like to go!” broke from the lips of Mr. Channing.
Hamish came forward. “You must go, my dear father! It shall be managed.”
“You speak hopefully, Hamish.”
Hamish smiled. “I feel so, sir.”
“Do you feel so, also, my friend!” said Dr. Lamb, fervently68. “Go forth69 to the remedy as I did, in the full confidence that God can, and will, send His blessing70 upon it.”
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