At one moment, it was about half-past four in the morning,—much at the time when Demaine, seventy miles away, upon the bosom2 of the ocean, had woken to see the sun—his predecessor3 in the Wardenship4 of the Court of Dowry (and still the titular5 holder6 of that office) had started suddenly up in bed, and violently denounced a man with an Austrian name as having cheated him by obtaining prior information upon the Budget. He asked rapidly in his mania7 why Consols had gone up in the first week of April, and would not be pacified8 until his wife, with the tact9 that is born of affection, had assumed the r?le of the unpleasing foreigner and had confessed all. Then and then only was he pacified and fell into the first true sleep he had enjoyed for twenty-four hours. He[259] slept until eleven, and she, brave woman that she was, snatched some little sleep at his side, but only upon the edge of sleep as it were, waking at any moment to shield him from the consequences of his disease.
When he woke she herself made it her duty to go downstairs and fetch him his breakfast, but though his repose11 had recruited his body, his dear mind was still unhinged.
He would have it that the Royal Family when they invested in some concern were not registered under their true names, and he began a long wild rambling12 harangue13 about the death duties and some new story about yet another outlandish name, and the insufficiency of the taxes for which it was responsible. The whole thing was described in a manner so clear and sensible as added to the horror of the contrast between his sanity14 and that other dreadful mood.
By noon, still lying in his bed, he was contrasting to her wearied ear the cost of the Tubes in London as against those in Paris, and making jokes about “boring through the London clay.” He went on to ask why a friend of his had drawn15 his salary as a Minister for some little time after his death, and suddenly went off at a tangent upon the noble self-sacrifice of Lord Axton in exiling himself to a tropic clime, threatening that unfortunate peer with certain bankruptcy16 and possible imprisonment17 unless a report upon the Bitsu Marsh18 were favourable19. Then for a blessed half-hour he was silent.
[260]At the end of it he called for a pen and paper, and wrote a number of short notes. Luckily he gave them to her to be posted; she read but a few, and with trembling hands she burned them all, even the stamps, though she knew how particular he had been in the old days on that detail.
He dressed and came down. She persuaded him—oh how lovingly,—to sit in his favourite room overlooking the Park. She forgot that it overlooked the crowded throng20, and from close upon one until late in the afternoon this devoted21 angel clung to him while he poured out meaningless denunciations of all his world, up hill and down dale, relieved from time to time (a relief to him but not to her) by a sudden throwing up of the window, and an address to the passers-by.
He warned more than one omnibus as it passed, of an approaching combine between the various lines, and urged the shareholders22 to buy while yet there was time. At one awful moment he had begun excitedly to point out the figure of a Bishop23 upon the opposite pavement and to begin a full biography of that hierarch, when she thought it her duty to slam down the window and to bear the weight of his anger rather than permit the scene.
Small knots of people gathered outside the house, but the police had been warned and they were easily dispersed24, with no necessity for violence beyond the loss of a tooth or two on the part of the crowd.
[261]As though her task were not enough, the house was full of the noise of bells, message after message calling for news and for information, but she had already given orders to the secretary to write out whatever commonplace messages might occur to him, and he faithfully performed his duty.
In her confusion she could see no issue but to try yet another night’s sleep, and when he carried his hand to his head as he now and then did, when the touch of pain stung him, she comforted herself with this assurance, that a paroxysm of such violence could not long endure.
I say a paroxysm of such violence, though there was nothing violent in the man’s demeanour: the horror lay in the cold contrast between the pleasant easy tone in which the things were said and the things that were said in that pleasant easy tone, while the violence was no more than the violence of contrast between his absurd affirmations and the quiet current of the national life.
The printing of one-tenth of those simple, easily delivered words might have ruined the country. We owe it to Lady Repton—and I trust it will never be forgotten—that no syllable25 of them all was printed, and that the greater part of them were not even heard by any other ear than her own.
She had persuaded him to an early dinner; she had even put it at the amazing hour of half-past seven. She had ordered such food as she knew he best loved, and the wine that soothed26 him most—which[262] happened to be a Norman champagne27. She was particular to request a full service of attendance, for her experience told her that in such surroundings he was ever at his best.
Another attack of pain in the head seized him and passed. She sat doggedly28, and endured. This admirable wife after her day-long watch was exhausted29 and heart-sick. She saw no issue anywhere. She sat by her husband’s side, starting nervously30 at the least sound from below, and listening to his impossible commentaries upon contemporary life, his hair-raising stories of his friends, his colleagues and even of her own religious pastors31, and his bouts32 of self-revelations, or rather let us hope, of diseased imaginings, when there was put into her hand an express letter.
To the Rt. Hon.
To the
The Lady C. Repton, M.V.O.
She opened it in wonderment. Its contents were far simpler than its exterior34: they ran as follows:
“Madam,—Your husband’s case noted35 as per enclosed cutting. I know what is wrong with him and I can cure him. My price is five hundred dollars ($500.00) one hundred pounds (￡100). The operation is warranted not to take more than ten minutes of his valuable time.
[263]“Will call upon you when you are through tea and he is quite rested, somewheres round eight o’clock.
“Yrs. etc., Scipio Knickerbocker”
Caught in the fold of this short note was a newspaper paragraph and a card printed in gold letters upon imitation ivory:
Dr. Scipio Knickerbocker, M.D.
415 Tenth St.
London, Ont.
And the Savoy Hotel.
Had she been alone she would have prayed for guidance.
Eight o’clock, of all hours! And what was “Ont.”?
Drowning women catch at straws. Under no other conceivable circumstances would Lady Repton have caught at such a wretched straw as this. But the faculty36 had deserted37 her, she had no remedy; she saw, she knew, everybody knew, that her husband was mad; she divined from twenty indications and especially from the suddenness of the pain, that the madness was some simple case of mechanical pressure. And suppose this man really knew how to cure him? She dared not ask her husband to put yet earlier the hour of his meal, at which he had already grumbled38; beside which, it was too late. The incomprehensible Scipio would arrive.
She was still in an agony of doubt when she accompanied her husband (who as he went down[264] the stairs and entered the dining-room was chatting gaily39 upon the amours of a prominent member of the Opposition) and as their lonely meal proceeded in the presence of those great over-dressed mutes, their servants, to all her other anxieties was added her irresolution40 upon the prime question, whether she should or should not accept the desperate aid of an utterly41 unknown man, perhaps an adventurer.
Just as Sir Charles had finished his soup, and with it his amusing little story about the Baronetcy which though it had been paid for by the son and heir (who was solvent) came out after all in the Birthday List as a Knighthood,—just as he had finished his soup I say, he gave a loud cry and put both hands to his head just behind the ears.
“Crickey how it hurts, William!” he remarked to the butler.
“Yes, Sir Charles,” said the butler in the tone of a hierarch at his devotions.
“It’s gone now,” said the Baronet, with a sigh of relief, “but it does hurt when it comes! What’s the fish?” and he continued his meal.
He drank a great gulp42 of wine and was better.... “It’s dry,” he said doubtfully, “it’s too dry ... but there are advantages to that. You know why they make wine dry, William?”
“Yes, Sir Charles.”
“Oh! you do, do you? You’re getting too smart. You couldn’t tell me, I’ll bet brazils!”
[265]“No, Sir Charles.”
“Why,” said Repton with a merry wink43, “it’s to save your mouth next morning!” Then up went his hands to his head again and he groaned44.
“Is your head hurting you again, darling?” said Lady Repton when she saw the gesture repeated.
“Yes, damnably,” said Sir Charles in a loud tone. “It’s hurting just under both ears, just where Sambo gave ... ah! that’s better ... (a gasp45) ... gave the Tomtit that nasty one in the big fight I went to see last week—the night I telephoned home to say that I was kept at the House,” he added by way of explanation.
The servants stood around like posts, and Lady Repton endured her agony.
“I think what I should have enjoyed most,” mused46 Sir Charles after this revelation, “would have been to run across old Prout just as I came out of that Club. Not that he knows anything about such things, but still, it was a pretty lousy place. Besides which, the people I was with! It would have been fun to see old Prout sit up. Shouldn’t wonder if he’d refused to let me speak at the Parson’s Show after that; and in that case,” ended Sir Charles significantly tapping his trousers pocket, “there’d be an end to the wherewith!” He nodded genially47 to his wife. “There’d be a drying up of the needful! Wouldn’t there, William?” he suddenly demanded of the gorgeous domestic, who was at that moment pouring him out some wine.
[266]“Yes, Sir Charles,” said the hireling in a tone of the deepest respect.
“That’s what keeps ’em going, my dear,” he said, “and here’s to you,” he added, lifting his glass. “Are you put out about something?” he said, with real kindness in his voice.
“I’m really very sorry if I’ve hurt your feelings in any way, my dear,” said Charles Repton.
No symptom of his malady49 was more distressing50 than this unmanly softness, it was so utterly different from his daily habit.
“I’d never dream of wounding her ladyship intentionally51; would I, William?” he asked again.
“No, Sir Charles,” said William.
“I think we’d better go upstairs, dear,” said the unfortunate lady. “Oh dear!” she sighed as a sudden peal52 rang through the house, and then subsiding53, she said: “Oh it’s only a bell!”
“Her ladyship’s nervous to-night, William,” said Repton as one man should to another.
“Yes, Sir Charles,” repeated William in a grave monotone.
A card was brought in upon a salver of enormous dimensions and of remarkable54 if hideous55 workmanship.
Lady Repton recognised the name.
“I must go out a moment. I’ll be back in a moment, Charles.” She looked at him with a world[267] of anxiety and affection, and left him chatting gaily to the servant.
Scipio Knickerbocker stood without.
Any doubts upon the matter were settled not only by his appearance but by his first phrase which ran in a singular intonation56:
“Lady C. Repton? I am Scipio Knickerbocker, M.D. (Phillipsville), Ma’am,”—and he bowed. He was an exceedingly small man; he wore very long hair beautifully parted in the middle; his jaw57 was so square, deep and thrust forward as to be a positive malformation, but to convey at the same time an impression of indomitable will, not to say mulish obstinacy58. His arms and legs were evidently too thin for health, and the development of his chest was deplorable. He was dressed in exceedingly good grey cloth, but his collar, oddly enough, was of celluloid. His buttoned boots were of patent leather, his tie had been tied once and for ever, and sewed into the shape it bore. He carried in his left hand an ominous59 little black leather bag.
“Come into this room,” said Lady Repton hurriedly. She took him into a small room next to the dining-room, and communicating with it by a little door; she switched on the electric light and stood while she asked him breathlessly what credentials60 he had.
“Ma’am,” said the physician in a metallic61 staccato, “I hev no credentials. What I propose to-night will be my sole credential.”
In the silence before her reply, Sir Charles’ merry[268] monologue62, occasionally broken by the grave assent63 of the butler, could be heard in the next room.
“What do you say you can do?” she asked.
“Ma’am, let me first tell you right now what the Senator’s gotten wrawng with him. In nineteen fourteen, month of September, I could not hev told you; but in nineteen fourteen, month of October, I could: fur your distinguished64 British physicist65 and biologist, Henry Upton, then pro-mulgated his eppoch-making discovery. You hev hurd tell of Caryll’s Ganglia?”
“No,” said Lady Repton nervously, and in a quavering voice, “I have not.”
“Ma’am,” said the Imperial authority with perfect composure, “I hev them here.”
He dived into his bag and produced a little card on which was perfectly66 indicated the back of the human head, only with the skin and hair removed; two lumps on either side of the neck of this diagram bore in large red letters, “Caryll’s Ganglia,” and two white lines leading from them bore in smaller type, “Caryll’s Ducts.”
This card he gravely put into her hands. She looked at it with some disgust: it reminded her of visits to the butchers’ during the impecuniosity67 of her early married life.
When, as the Son of Empire fondly imagined, his hostess had thoroughly68 grasped the main lines of cerebral69 anatomy70, he suddenly thrust his hand into the bag again and pulled out a little pamphlet,[269] which, as it is carefully printed at the end of this book and as the reader will most certainly skip it, I shall not inflict71 upon her in this place.
It was a reproduction, in portable form, of the great lecture delivered in the January of that year at the Royal Institute. It set forth72 the late Henry Upton’s discovery that Caryll’s Ganglia were the seat of self-restraint and due caution in the Human Brain.
The poor woman was too bewildered to make head or tail of it, and whether the reader give herself the pains to peruse73 it or no is indifferent, for its contents in no way affect this powerful and moving tale.
“Madame,” he said when she lifted her eyes from it and as he fondly imagined had mastered its details,—“you do not perhaps see the con-nection.”
Her face assured him that she did not.
“Neither,” he added grandiloquently74, “did the world, until I perceived that if indeed such functions attached to Caryll’s Ganglia, why the least obstruction75 of their ducts would condemn76 the sufferer to occasional violent pain accompanied by such inability to refrain from expression as must ruin his career and ultimately make a wreck77 of his bodily frame. Madame, cases of such obstruction I hev found to hev occurred in the ducts. Madame, I discovered by what slight touch of the lancet the tiny impediment could be instantly removed. Madame,” he continued, “the Caryll’s ducts in Sir Charles’ head are ob-structed, hence the recurrent pain and the[270] lamentable78 attack of VERACITITIS from which he in-dub-it-ab-ly suffers.”
“Veracititis, Ma’am. The phrase is my own; for it is I who have identified the relation between the ganglia and the distressing symptoms you have observed. He stands before you, he does. Madame, it is already enshrined in the proofs of the Columbia Encyclopedia”—he dived once more into his bag and handed her yet another paper—“as Veracititis Knickerbockeriensis. In Ontario since Washington’s Birthday, we hev hed three cases; I was called over privately80 a month ago for a most distressing case, luckily suppressed—never hurd of, Madame, outside the family. I hev operated with success. Ma’am, I can operate with success upon your husband.”
At this moment a loud scream of pain from the next room, followed by a gasp of relief and the expletive “Great C?sar’s Ghost!” almost decided81 Sir Charles’ faithful spouse82. Another scream that proved the spasms83 to be increasing in violence quite decided her. She hurriedly re-entered the dining-room, found Sir Charles white with the severity of the suffering, and took him gently by the hand.
“Darling,” she said, “I have a practitioner84 who can relieve this. He is waiting for you.”
“Oh,” sighed Sir Charles, as the pain left him, “I’m glad to hear it, profoundly glad. They’re all such scoundrels, Maria, ... but if he’s a surgeon and can cut something out, I’ll trust him.”
[271]“It won’t be as bad as that,” said Maria, tenderly helping85 the Baronet out through the small door towards the inner room.
“What a ridiculous little ass10, Maria!” he said at the top of his voice. “Good lord, what a little rat!”
If proof were wanted of the truth of Scipio’s contention87, his demeanour at this painful moment was sufficient. It was plainly evident to Lady Repton’s not insufficient88 dose of intellect that no man would have stood firm who had not seen the ghastly disease in its worst forms before.
“Well,” said Sir Charles, “so you’re going to cut me up, are you?”
“Oh! My no!” said Scipio. “Lady Repton would never hev permitted a serious operation without your full con-currence. My proposition, Senator, is nawthing but two slight pricks89 in the neighbourhood of the pain. Ye’ll hardly feel it, but it’ll change ye,” added the determined91 Knickerbocker with a suspicion of a smile upon his bony jaws92.
“What with?” said Sir Charles a little nervously. (“Ouch!” by way of digression as there was a stab of pain.) “Yes, anything, s’long as you can do it quickly.”
“It don’t take but a moment,” said Scipio. “But there’d better be some one hold your hands. There’s no pain worth accountin’.”
[272]“Might we re-quest the Senator to be seated?” he politely suggested to the lady.
Sir Charles as politely commented: “I’m not a Senator, you skimpy little fool! Good lord, Maria, where do people like that come from?”
And as he chatted thus, Scipio passed one firm hard skeleton hand over the top of that great brain, and with the other, even as Sir Charles, with his chin bent93 upon his chest, was occupied in explaining to Maria the physical deficiencies of his medical attendant, he put the edge of the lancet in the precise position behind the ear which his science had discovered.
“It’s his beastly Yankee accent, if it isn’t that beastlier thing, the Australian,” the great Imperialist was in the act of saying when the lancet struck suddenly and was as suddenly withdrawn94.
“You’re quite right, monkey,” said Sir Charles in a weaker voice, “it’s only a prick90, and I think”—his voice still sinking,—“that it’s only due to your great position in the medical world that I should express my heartfelt thanks for your courteous95 services. It is men like you, sir, who mean to suffering humanity....” Sir Charles suddenly stopped. His voice grew a little louder. “Did you say he was a Yankee or an Australian, Maria? Australians have the Cockney ‘a’; a filthy96 thing it is, too!”
The skeleton hand was poised97 again upon Sir Charles’ head; he felt his chin pressed down upon his chest; there was another sharp little stroke, this[273] time behind his left ear, and with a deep sigh he seemed to sink into himself.
Scipio quietly touched the delicate point of his instrument with antiseptic wool, put it back into its case and watched his patient with a professional eye.
The man was dazed. He gripped his wife’s hand until he almost caused her pain, and they could hear him mutter disconnected words:
“The highest possible appreciation98.... My public position alone ... sufficient reward ... in its way a link between ... provinces ... our great Empire ... daughter ... daughter ... daughter....” Then almost inaudibly “... nations.”
For perhaps five minutes the Great Statesman was silent, and his breathing was so regular that he might have been asleep.
“Will he go to sleep, doctor?” whispered Lady Repton.
Scipio Knickerbocker shook his head. “He’ll be less rattled99 every minute, Ma’am,” was his pronouncement, and once again he proved his science by the justice of his prognostication.
Sir Charles stood up, a little groggy100, leant one hand on the back of a chair, took a deep breath, stood up more strongly, and said at last in a voice still weak but quite clear:—
“Thank you sir. How can I thank you? I seem to remember”—he passed his hand over his forehead—“I seem to remember some one telling me[274] that you were born,—though I assure you it is impossible for us in England to distinguish it,—in one of our Britains Overseas. Sir, an action such as that which you have just done—a good deed if I may call it so,” he went on more loudly, seizing Scipio’s right hand between both of his, “is a cement of Empire! I will never forget it, never! Will you excuse me a moment sir, while I speak to Lady Repton?”
With his best and most winning smile Sir Charles asked this question of Scipio, who for the tenth or eleventh time that evening, bowed with a kink in the fourteenth vertebra.
He drew his wife into the hall.
“I suppose he wants payment on the spot, doesn’t he, Maria? These specialists usually do.”
“Yes dear,” said Lady Repton, her old awe101 returning with his changed mood. “Yes dear, I’m afraid he does ... he ... in fact, I’m afraid I promised it him.”
“How much?” said Sir Charles sternly.
“Well dear, it doesn’t matter, does it? I’ll pay.”
“But it does matter. It matters a great deal, Maria. It all comes out of my pocket in the long run. How much did he stipulate102 for?”
“A hundred pounds,” said Lady Repton.
“Oh come,” said Sir Charles, greatly relieved. “A hundred! That’s a good lot. How often will he come for that?”
[275]“He won’t want to come again, dear,” said Lady Repton.
“What!” said Sir Charles, “a hundred pounds for that?”
“My dear—if you knew the difference!” said Lady Repton.
“Yes, yes, I know,” he said impatiently, “the pain’s gone. It can’t be helped, and of course ninety’s a broken sum. He’d have taken fifty, Maria. I ought to have seen to this myself,” he added.
And so, the matter settled, he returned.
“You’ll allow me to leave you one moment with her ladyship,” he said in his most winning manner. Then suddenly, “Good-night,” and with a warm grasp of the hand Sir Charles left them.
Lady Repton was moved beyond words. She put into the young man’s hand a packet of notes which she had carefully prepared. “It is nothing,” she said, “it is nothing for what you have done, but oh, doctor, will it last?”
“It’ll last for ever—at least,” he corrected himself hurriedly, “they’ve all lasted so fur, and it’s more’n a year since I did the first. It isn’t the kind er thing that comes on again. ’Tain’t a growth.” He was almost going to say what it was, when he remembered that he held the monopoly. Then, lest he should stay too long in that house where he was, after all, but a paid instrument, he very courteously103 bade her good-night, and as he went[276] home, carrying his little bag, Scipio reflected that he liked Maria, Lady Repton, better than he did her husband. But he remembered that operations for Veracititis were, of their nature, causes for grievous disillusion104.
He put the matter from his mind and took a cab back to his hotel and to bed.
Thus was Sir Charles Repton cured of Veracititis, late upon Wednesday night, the 3rd of June, 1915, and he slept his old sleep.
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