Straight down, on the road before him, at only half-a-mile distance, lay the village of Dallory; so called after the Dallory family, who had been of importance in the neighbourhood in the years gone by. This little off-shoot was styled Dallory Ham. The latter name had given rise to disputes amidst antiquarians. Some maintained that the word Ham was only a contraction2 of hamlet, and that the correct name would be Dallory Hamlet: others asserted that the appellation3 arose from the circumstance that the public green, or common, was in the shape of a ham. As both sides brought logic4 and irresistible5 proof to bear on their respective opinions, contention6 never flagged. At no very remote period the Ham had been a grassy7 waste, given over to stray donkeys, geese, and gipsies. They were done away with now that houses encircled it; pretty villas8 of moderate dimensions, some cottages and a few shops: the high-road ran, as it always had done, straight through the middle of it. Dallory Ham had grown to think itself of importance, especially since the time when two doctors had established themselves in it: Dr. Rane and Mr. Alexander. Both lived in what might be called the neck of the Ham, which was nearest to Dallory proper.
Standing9 with your face towards Dallory (in the direction the doctor was hastening), his house was on the right-hand side. He had only now turned out of it. Dallory Hall, to which place Dr. Rane had been summoned, stood a little beyond the entrance to the Ham, lying back on the right in its grounds, and completely hidden by trees. It was inhabited by Mr. North.
Oliver Rane had come forth10 in haste and commotion11. He could not understand the message, excepting the one broad fact that Edmund North, Mr. North's eldest12 son, was supposed to be dying. The servant, who brought it, did not seem to understand it either. He spoke13 of an anonymous14 letter that had been received by Mr. North, of disturbance15 thereupon, of a subsequent encounter--a sharp, brief quarrel--between Edmund North and Mr. Alexander, the surgeon; and of some sort of fit in which Edmund North was now lying senseless.
Dr. Rane was a gentlemanly man of middle height and slender frame, his age about thirty. The face in its small regular features might have been held to possess a dash of effeminacy, but for the resolute17 character of the firm mouth and the pointed18 chin. His eyes--rather too close together--whiskers and hair, were of a reddish brown, the latter worn brushed aside from the forehead; his teeth were white and even: altogether a good-looking man; but one of rather too silent manners, of too inscrutable a countenance20 to be very pleasing.
"An anonymous letter!" Dr. Rane had repeated to himself, with a sort of groan21, hastening from his house as one greatly startled, and pursued his course down the Ham. Glancing across at Mr. Alexander's house, he felt a momentary22 temptation to go over and learn particulars--if, haply, the surgeon should be at home. The messenger had said that Mr. Alexander flung out of Dallory Hall in a passion, right in the middle of the quarrel; hence the summons for Dr. Rane. For Mr. Alexander, not Dr. Rane, was the Hall's medical attendant: this was the first time the latter had been so called upon.
They had come to Dallory within a day of each other, these two doctors, in consequence of the sudden death of its old practitioner23; each hoping to secure the practice for himself. It was Mr. Alexander who chiefly gained it. Both were clever men; and it might have been at least an even race between them, but for the fact that Mrs. North, of Dallory Hall, set her face resolutely24 against Dr. Rane. The reason was inexplicable25, since he had been led to believe that he should have the countenance of Mr. and Mrs. North. She did her best in a covert26 way to prevent his obtaining practice, pushing his rival--whom she really despised, and did not care a tittle for--into favour. Her object might not be to drive Oliver Rane from the spot, but it certainly seemed to look like it. So Mr. Alexander had obtained the lion's share of the practice in the best families, Dr. Rane but little; as to the poor, they were divided between them pretty equally. Both acted as general practitioners27, and Mr. Alexander dispensed28 his own medicines. The rivals were outwardly cordial with each other; but Dr. Rane, no doubt, felt an inward smart at his want of success.
The temptation to dash over to Mr. Alexander's passed with the thought; there was no time for it. Dr. Rane pursued his course until he came to Ham Lane, an opening on the right, into which he turned, for it was a nearer way to the Hall. A narrow lane, green and lovely in early summer, with wild flowers nestling on its banks, dog-roses and honeysuckles clustering in its hedges. Here was the need of the lantern. But Dr. Rane sped on without regard to inadvertent steps that might land him in the ditch. Some excitement appeared to be upon him, far beyond any that might arise from the simple fact of being called out to a gentleman in a fit; yet he was by temperament29 very self-possessed30, one of the calmest-mannered men living. A stile in the hedge on the left, which he found as if by instinct, took him at once into the grounds of Dallory Hall; whence there came wafting31 to him the scent32 of hyacinths, daffodils, and other spring flowers in delicious sweetness, spite of the density33 of the night-air. Not that Dr. Rane derived34 much advantage from the sweetness; nothing could seem delicious to him just then.
It was more open here, as compared with the lane, and not so intensely dark. Three minutes of the same heedless pace in and out of the winding35 walks, when he turned a point, and the old stone mansion36 was before him. A long, grey, sensible-looking house, of only two stories high, suggesting spacious37 rooms within. Lights shone from some of the windows and through the fan-light over the entrance-door. One of the gardeners crossed Dr. Rane's path.
"Is that you, Williams? Do you know how young Mr. North is?"
"I've not been told, sir. There's something wrong with him, we hear."
"Is this blight38?" called back the doctor, alluding39 to the curiously40 dark mist.
"Not it, sir. It's nothing but the vapour rising from the day's heat. It have been hot for the first day o' May."
The door yielded to Dr. Rane's hand, and he went into the hall it was of fair size, and paved with stone. On the left were the drawing-rooms, on the right the dining-room, and also a room that was called Mr. North's parlour; a handsome staircase of stone wound up at the back. All the doors were closed; and as Dr. Rane stood for a moment in hesitation41, a young lady in grey silk came swiftly and silently down the stairs. Her figure was small and slight, her face fair, pale, gentle, with the meekest42 look in her dove-like grey eyes. Her smooth, fine hair, of an exceedingly light brown, was worn in curls all round the head, after the manner of girls in a bygone time. It made her look very young, but she was in reality thirty years of age; three months younger than Dr. Rane. Miss North was very simple in tastes and habits, and adhered to many customs of her girlhood. Moreover, since an illness seven years ago, her hair had never grown very long or thick. She saw Dr. Rane, and came swiftly to him. Their hands met in silence.
"What is this trouble, Bessy?"
"Oh, I am so glad you are here!" she exclaimed, in the soft, subdued43 tones characteristic of dangerous sickness in a house. "He is lying as though he were dead. Papa is with him. Will you come?"
"One moment," he whispered. "Tell me, in a word, what it all is. The cause, I mean, not the illness."
"It was caused by an anonymous letter to papa. Edmund----"
"But how could any anonymous letter to your papa have caused illness to Edmund?" he interrupted. And the tone of his voice was so sharp, and the dropping of her hand, clasped until then, so sudden, that Miss North thought he was angry with her, and glanced upwards44 through her tears.
"I beg your pardon, Bessy. My dear, I feel so grieved and confounded at this, that I am scarcely myself. It is to me utterly45 incomprehensible. What were the contents of the letter?" he continued, as they hastened upstairs to the sick-chamber46. And Bessy North told him in a whisper as much as she knew.
The facts of the case were these. By the six o'clock post that same evening, Mr. North received an anonymous letter, reflecting on his son Edmund. His first wife, dead now just eight-and-twenty years, had left him three children, Edmund, Richard, and Bessy. When the letter arrived, the family had sat down to dinner, and Mr. North did not open it until afterwards. He showed it to his son Edmund, as soon as they were left alone. The charges it contained were true, and Edmund North jumped to the conclusion that only one man in the whole world could have written it, and that was Alexander, the surgeon. He went into a frightful48 passion; he was given to doing so on occasions; and he had, besides, taken rather more wine at dinner than was good for him--which also he was somewhat addicted49 to. As ill fate had it, Mr. Alexander called just at the moment, and Mr. North, a timid man in nervous health, grew frightened at the torrent50 of angry words, and left them together in the dining-room. There was a short, sharp storm. Mr. Alexander came out almost immediately, saying, "You are mad; you are mad. I will talk to you when you are calmer." "I would rather be mad than bad," shouted Edmund North, coming after him. But the surgeon had already let himself out at the hall-door; and Edmund North went back to the dining-room, and shut himself in. Two of the servants, attracted by the sounds of dispute, had been lingering in the hall, and they saw and heard this. In a few minutes Mr. North went in, and found his son lying on the ground, senseless, He was carried to his chamber, and medical men were sent for: Dr. Rane (as being the nearest), and two physicians from the more distant market town, Whitborough.
Edmund North was not dead. Dr. Rane, bending over him, saw that. He had not been well of late, and was under the care of Mr. Alexander. Only a week ago (as was to transpire51 later) he had gone to consult a physician in Whitborough, one of those now summoned to him. This gentleman suspected he had heart-disease, and warned him against excitement. But the family knew nothing as yet of this; neither did Oliver Rane. Another circumstance Edmund North had not disclosed. When sojourning in London the previous winter, he had been attacked by a sort of fit. It had looked like apoplexy more than heart; and the doctors gave him sundry52 injunctions to be careful. This one also, Dr. Rane thought, knowing nothing of the former, looked like apoplexy. Edmund North was a very handsome man, but a great deal too stout53.
"Is he dead, Oliver?" asked the grieving father; who, when alone with the doctor, and unrestrained by the presence of his wife, often called him by his Christian54 name.
"No; he is not dead."
And, indeed, a spasm55 at that moment passed over the prostrate56 face. All the means that Oliver Rane could think of, and use, he tried with the best heart and efforts--hoping to recall the fast-fleeting life.
But when the two doctors arrived from Whitborough, Oliver Rane found he was not wanted. They were professionals of long standing, men of note in their local arena58; and showed themselves condescendingly patronizing to the young practitioner. Dr. Rane had rather a strong objection to be patronized: he withdrew, and went to Mr. North's parlour. It was a dingy59 room; the shaded lamp on the table not sufficing to light it up. Red moreen curtains were drawn60 before the large French window that opened to the flower-garden at the side.
Mr. North was standing before the fire. He was a little shrivelled man with stooping shoulders, his scanty61 hair smoothed across a low, broad forehead, his lips thin and querulous; his eyes, worn and weary now, had once been mild and loving as his daughter Bessy's. Time and care and (as some people said) his second wife, had changed him. Oliver Rane thought he had never seen him look so shrunken, nervous, and timid as to-night.
"What a pity it was that you should have mentioned the letter to him, Mr. North!" began the doctor, speaking at once of what lay uppermost in his thoughts.
"Mentioned the letter to him!--why, it concerned him," was the surprised answer. "But I never gave a thought to its having this effect upon him."
"What was in the letter, sir?" was the doctor's next question, put with considerable gloom, and after a long silence.
"You can read it, Oliver."
Opening the document, he handed it to Dr. Rane. It looked like any ordinary letter. The doctor took it to the lamp.
"Mr. North,
"Pardon a friend who ventures to give you a caution. Your eldest son is in some sort of embarrassment62, and is drawing bills in conjunction with Alexander, the surgeon. Perhaps a word from you would arrest this: it is too frequently the first step of a man's downward career--and the writer would not like to see Edmund North enter on such."
Thus, abruptly63 and without signature, ended the fatal letter. Dr. Rane slowly folded it, and left it on the table.
"Who could have written it?" he murmured.
"Ah, there it is!" rejoined Mr. North. "Edmund said no one could have done it but Alexander."
Standing over the fire, to which he had turned, Dr. Rane warmed his hands. The intensely hot day had given place to a cold night. His red-brown eyes took a dreamy gaze, as he mentally revolved64 facts and suppositions. In his private opinion, judging only from the contents of the letter, Mr. Alexander was the last man who would have been likely to write it.
"It is not like Alexander's writing," observed Mr. North.
"Not in the least."
"But of course this is in a thoroughly65 disguised hand."
"Most anonymous letters are so, I expect. Is it true that he and your son have been drawing bills together?"
"I gather that they have drawn one; perhaps two, Edmund's passion was so fierce that I could not question him. What I don't like is, Alexander's going off in the manner he did, without seeing me: it makes me think that perhaps he did write the letter. An innocent man would have remained to defend himself. It might have been written from a good motive66, after all, Oliver! My poor son!--if he had only taken it quietly!"
Mr. North wrung67 his hands. His tones were feeble, meekly68 complaining; his manner and bearing were altogether those of a man who has been constantly put down and no longer attempts to struggle against the cares and crosses of the world, or the will of those about him.
"I must be going," said Oliver Rane, arousing himself from a reverie. "I have to see a poor man at Dallory."
"Is it Ketler?"
"Yes, sir. Goodnight. I trust you will have reason to be in better spirits in the morning."
"Goodnight, Oliver."
But the doctor could not get off at once. He was waylaid69 by a servant, who said madam wished to see him. Crossing the hall, the man threw open the doors of the drawing-room, a magnificent apartment. Gilded70 and gleaming mirrors; light blue satin curtains and furniture; a carpet softer and thicker than moss71: and all kinds of bright and resplendent things were there.
"Dr. Rane, madam."
Mrs. North sat on a couch by the fire. In the house she was called Madam--out of the house, too, for that matter. A severely72 handsome woman, with a cold, pale, imperious face, the glittering jewels in her black hair looking as hard as she did. A cruel face, as some might have deemed it. When Mr. North married her, she was the widow of Major Bohun, and had one son. Underneath73 the chandelier, reading by its light, sat her daughter, a young lady whose face bore a strong resemblance to hers. This daughter and a son had been born since her second marriage.
"You wished to see me, Mrs. North?"
Dr. Rane so spoke because they took no manner of notice of him. Mrs. North turned then, with her dark, inscrutable eyes; eyes that Oliver Rane hated, as he hated the cruelty glittering in their depths, He believed her to be a woman unscrupulously selfish. She did not rise; merely motioned him to a seat with a haughty74 wave of her white arm: and the bracelets75 shone on it, and her ruby76 velvet77 dress gleamed with amazing richness. He sat down with perfect self-possession, every whit19 as independent as herself.
"You have seen this infamous78 letter, I presume, Dr. Rane?"
"I have."
"Who sent it?"
"I cannot tell you, Mrs. North."
"Have you no idea at all?"
"Certainly not. How should I have?"
"Could you detect no resemblance in the writing to any one's you know?"
He shook his head.
"Not to--for instance--Alexander's?" she resumed, looking at him steadfastly79. But Dr. Rane saw with a sure instinct that Alexander's was not the name she had meant to speak.
"I feel sure that Mr. Alexander no more wrote the letter than--than you did, Mrs. North."
"Does it bear any resemblance to Richard North's?" she continued, after a faint pause.
"To Richard North's!" echoed the doctor, the words taking him by surprise. "No."
"Are you familiar with Richard North's handwriting?"
Oliver Rane paused to think, and then replied with a passing laugh. "I really believe I do not know his handwriting, madam."
"Then why did you speak so confidently?"
"I spoke in the impulse of the moment. Richard North, of all men, is the lest likely to do such a thing as this."
The young lady, Matilda North, turned round from her book. An opera cloak of scarlet80 gauze was on her shoulders, as if she were cold; she drew it closer with an impatient hand.
"Mamma, why do you harp16 upon Richard? He couldn't do it; papa told you so. If Dick saw need to find fault with any one, or tell tales, he would do it openly."
One angry gleam from madam's eyes as her daughter settled to her book again, and then she proceeded to close the interview.
"As you profess57 yourself unable to give me information or to detect any clue, I will not detain you longer, Dr. Rane."
He stood for a second, expecting, perhaps, that she might offer her hand. She did nothing of the sort, only bowed coldly. Matilda North took no notice of him whatever: she was content to follow her mother's teachings when they did not clash with her own inclination81. Dr. Rane had ceased to marvel82 why he was held in disfavour by Mrs. North: to try to guess at it seemed a hopeless task. Neither could he imagine why she opposed his marriage with Bessy; for to Bessy and her interests she was utterly indifferent.
As he left the drawing-room, Bessy North joined him, and they went together to the hall-door. No servant had been rung for--it was one of Mrs. North's ways of showing contempt--and they stood together outside, speaking softly. Again the tears shone in Bessy's eyes: her heart was a very tender one, and she had loved her brother dearly.
"Oliver, is there any hope?"
"Do not distress83 yourself, Bessy. I cannot tell you one way or the other."
"How can I help distressing84 myself?" she rejoined, her hand resting quietly in both his. "It is all very well for you to be calm; a medical man meets these sad things every day. You cannot be expected to care."
"Can I not?" he answered; and there was a touch of passionate85 emotion in the usually calm tones. "If any effort or sacrifice of mine would bring back his health and life, I would freely make it. Goodnight, Bessy."
As he stooped to kiss her, quick, firm footsteps were heard approaching, and Bessy went indoors. He who came up was a rather tall and very active man, with a plain, but nevertheless an attractive face. Plain in its irregular features; attractive from its open candour and strong good sense, from the earnest, truthful86 look in the deep-set hazel eyes. People were given to saying that Richard North was the best man of business for miles round. It was so: and he was certainly, in mind, manners, and person, a gentleman.
"Is it you, Rane? What is all this trouble? I have been away for a few hours, unfortunately. Mark Dawson met me just now with the news that my brother was dying."
The voice would have been pleasing to a degree if only from its tone of ready decision: but it was also musical as voices seldom are, clear and full of sincerity87. From the voice alone, Richard North might have been trusted to his life's end. Dr. Rane gave a short summary of the illness and the state he was lying in.
"Dawson spoke of a letter that had excited him," said Richard.
"True; a letter to Mr. North."
"A dastardly anonymous letter. Just so."
"An anonymous letter," repeated the doctor. "But the effect on your brother seems altogether disproportioned to the cause."
"Where is the letter? I cannot look upon Edmund until I have seen the letter."
Dr. Rane told him where the letter was, and went out. Richard North passed on to the parlour. Mr. North, sitting by the fire, had his face bent88 in his hands.
"Father, what is all this?"
"Oh, Dick, I am glad you have come!" and in the tone there sounded an intense relief, as if he who came brought with him strength and hope. "I can't make top or tail of this; and I think he is dying."
"Who is with him?--Arthur?"
"No; Arthur has been out all day. The doctors are with him still."
"Let me see the letter."
Mr. North gave it him, reciting at the same time the chief incidents of the calamity89 in a rambling90 sort of manner. Richard North read the letter twice: once hastily, to gather in the sense; then attentively91, giving to every word full consideration. His father watched him.
"It was not so much the letter itself that excited him, Richard, as the notion that Alexander wrote it."
"Alexander did not write this," decisively spoke Richard.
"You think not?"
"Why, of course he did not. It tells against himself as much as against Edmund."
"Edmund said no one knew of the matter except Alexander, and therefore no one else could have written it. Besides, Dick, where is Alexander? Why is he staying away?"
"We shall hear soon, I daresay. I have faith in Alexander. Keep this letter jealously, father. It may have been right to give you the information it contains; I say nothing at present about that; but an anonymous writer is generally a scoundrel, deserving no quarter."
"And none shall he get from me," spoke Mr. North, emphatically. "It was posted at Whitborough, you see, Dick."
"I see," shortly answered Richard. He threw his coat back as if he were too hot; and moved to the door on his way to his brother's chamber.
Meanwhile Oliver Rane went down the avenue to the entrance-gates, and took the road to Dallory. He had to see a patient there: a poor man who was lying in danger. He threw his coat back, in spite of the chilling fog, and wiped his brow, as if the weather or his reflections were too hot for him.
"What a fool! what a fool!" murmured he, half aloud, apostrophizing, doubtless, the writer of the anonymous letter. Or, it might be, the unfortunate young man who had allowed it to excite within him so fatal an amount of passion.
The road was smooth and broad: a fine highway, well kept. For a short distance there were no houses, but they soon began. Dallory was a bustling92 village, both poor and rich inhabiting it. The North Works, as they were familiarly called, from the fact of Mr. North's being their chief proprietor93, lay a little further on, and Dallory Church still beyond. It was a straggling parish at best.
Amidst the first good houses that Dr. Rane came to was one superior to the rest. A large, square, handsome dwelling94, with a pillared portico95 close to the village pathway, and a garden behind it.
"I wonder how Mother Gass is to-night?" thought the doctor, arresting his steps. "I may as well ask."
His knock was answered by the lady herself, whom he had so unceremoniously styled "Mother Gass." A stout, comfortable-looking dame96, richly dressed, with a face as red as it was good-natured, and a curiously-fine lace cap, standing on end with yellow ribbon. Mrs. Gass possessed neither birth nor breeding; she had made an advantageous97 match, as you will hear further on: she owned many good qualities, and was popularly supposed to be rich enough to buy up the whole of Dallory Ham. Her late husband had been uncle to Oliver Rane, but neither she nor Oliver presumed upon the relationship in their intercourse98 with each other. In fact they had never met until two years ago.
"I knew your knock, Dr. Rane, and came to the door myself. Step into the parlour. I want to speak to you."
The doctor did not want to go in by any means, and felt caught. He said he had no time to stay; had merely called, in passing, to ask how she was.
"Well, I'm better this evening: the swimming in the head is less. You just come in, now. I won't keep you two minutes. Shut the door, girl, after Dr. Rane."
This was to a smart housemaid, who had followed her mistress down the wide, handsome passage. Dr. Rane perforce stepped in, very unwillingly99. He felt instinctively100 convinced that Mrs. Gass had heard of the calamity at the Hall and wished to question him. To avoid this he would have gone a mile any other way.
"I want to get at the truth about Edmund North, doctor. One of the maids from the Hall called in just now and said he had been frightened into a fit through some letter; and that you were fetched to him."
"Well, that is true," said the doctor, accepting the situation.
"My patience!" ejaculated Mrs. Gass. "What was writ47 in the letter? She said it was one of them enonymous things."
"So it was."
"Was it writ to himself?"
"No. To Mr. North."
"Well, now,"--dropping her voice--"was it about that young woman he got acquainted with? You know."
"No, no; nothing of that sort." And Dr. Rane, as the shortest way of ending the matter, gave her the details.
"There was not much in the letter," he said, in confidential101 tones. "No harm would have come of it but for Edmund North's frightful access of passion. If he dies, mind,"--the doctor added this in a dreamy tone, gazing out as if looking into the future--"if he dies, it will not be the letter that has killed him, but his own want of self-control."
"Don't talk of dying, doctor. It is to be hoped it won't come to that."
"It is, indeed."
"And Mr. Richard was not at home, the girl said!"
"Neither he nor Captain Bohun. Richard has just come in now."
Mrs. Gass would fain have kept him longer, but he told her the sick man Ketler was waiting for him. This man was one of the North workmen, who had been terribly injured in the arm; Dr. Rane hoped to save both arm and life.
"That receipt for the rhubarb jam Mrs. Cumberland promised: is it ever coming?" asked Mrs. Gass as Dr. Rane was quitting the room.
Turning back, he put his hat on the table and took out his pocketbook. Mrs. Cumberland had sent it at last. He selected the paper from amongst several others and handed it to her.
"I forgot to leave it when I was here this morning, Mrs. Gass. My mother gave it me yesterday."
Between them they dropped the receipt. Both stooped for it, and their heads came together. There was a slight laugh; in the midst of which the pocketbook fell on the carpet. Some papers fluttered out of it, which the doctor picked up and replaced.
"Have you got them all, doctor? How is the young lady's cold?"
"What young lady's?" he questioned.
"Miss Adair's."
"I did not know she had one."
"Ah, them lovely girls with their bright faces never show their ailments102; and she is lovely, if ever one was lovely in this terrestial world. Goodnight to you, doctor; you're in a mortal hurry."
He strode to the street-door and it closed sharply after him. Mrs. Gass looked out of her parlour and saw the same smart maid hastening along the passage: a little too late.
"Drat it, wench! is that the way you let gentlefolk show themselves out?--scuttering to the door when they've got clean away from it. D'you call that manners?"
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