Toward it, a stout5, broad-shouldered personage was making his way, through the dusk and the snow, with a cheery face and an energetic tread, that plainly minded neither. Tramp, tramp, went the brisk footfalls up the gravel6 walk, the bright brass7 knocker was made to send a note of warning through the house, and the wayfarer8 admitted himself into a lighted hall, through which he strode to the open door of the sitting-room9 at the farther end.
A pleasant family picture was before him. Bergan Arling, on one side of the crimson-covered centre-table, looked up, smiling, from the book out of which he had been reading aloud. Two of his sisters sat near him, busy with crotchet needles and bright worsteds. Still another was drawing at a side-table; and over her, giving her the benefit of his criticism, leaned her brother Hubert, scarce two years younger than Bergan, and so strikingly like him, that one was often taken for the other, outside the family circle. At one side of the fire-place sat the master of the house, a tall, noble-looking man, with eye undimmed and hair unfrosted by the snows of over sixty years. Opposite him was the home's true light and centre, the house-mother. She reclined in a large, low easy chair, the paleness on her face half concealed10 by the glow of the blazing fire, and her eyes shining with that tender joy and peace which convalescents sometimes bring back from the edge of the grave,—a reflection, perhaps, from the paradise that was already opening before the gaze of the half-freed spirit.
Doctor Trubie paused for a moment in the doorway11, to master the details of the scene. He has changed but little since he was introduced to the reader, fourteen years ago, in his medical Alma Mater. His figure has gained in breadth and strength, and his features in character, but it is the same frank, genial12 face, and the same good-humored smile. No one that knew him then, could fail to recognize him now.
In a moment, he caught sight of Mrs. Arling, and hastened toward her with outstretched hand. "I don't know whether to congratulate or to scold you," he began, smiling, yet shaking his head with mild disapproval13.
Hubert Arling came forward to Bergan's side. "I can settle the question for you," said he. "Congratulate her, and scold us. We brought her down, chair and all; she did not touch foot to the floor in the transit14."
"Then I will save my scolding until it is needed. It seems little less than miraculous15 to see you here," he went on, turning to Mrs. Arling, "when I think how things seemed to be going, a few weeks ago. It has been a hard pull, and a long one."
"And a strong one, and a pull altogether," added Hubert Arling, merrily, by way of arresting the tears that he saw starting into his sisters' eyes.
"The strong pull," remarked Doctor Trubie, "came from my medical brother, down South."
"You underrate yourself," replied Mr. Arling. "Of what avail would Doctor Remy's suggestions have been, without your indefatigable16 vigilance, and your professional skill and knowledge to carry them out?"
"That is to say," returned Doctor Trubie, "that a good commander-in-chief can do nothing without good generals. At all events, Doctor Remy is a wonderfully talented fellow. He seems to keep not only abreast18 of medical science, but in advance of it. That very suggestion of his, which proved most valuable to us, was mentioned in my last medical review, as the latest discovery at Paris. There is something about his bold, yet scientific mode of reasoning which reminds me strangely of an old fellow-student. But Doctor Remy, I hope, is a better fellow than he was. By the way," he added, turning to Bergan, "I came near forgetting that I have brought you a letter from him, as I judge from the handwriting."
Bergan tore open the letter, and with an apologetic bow to the company, began eagerly to read it. Doctor Trubie seated himself by the table, picked up the rejected envelope, and gave it a critical examination.
"That's what I call a good hand," said he, "a round, clear, energetic hand, that neither tries your eyesight, nor rouses your distrust. There is no crookedness19 nor meanness in it; yet there is plenty of character; one can see, at a glance, that the writer is bold and sagacious as well as profound, a man of action as well as a man of science."
Bergan had finished the letter, which was short; and he now looked up with a much amused face. "I ought to tell you," said he, "that Doctor Remy possesses the rare accomplishment20 of being able to write with either hand; he uses the right or the left, at pleasure. But the two handwritings are entirely21 distinct. That address was written with his left hand, and so, I remember, were the suggestions and prescriptions22 that I handed over to you. But this letter was written with his right hand; see what you can make of it," and Bergan pushed the open sheet across the table.
The change in Doctor Trubie's face was startling. "This!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement, "who did you say wrote this?"
"Doctor Remy, the same man who wrote that address."
Doctor Trubie glanced back at the letter, and his eyes lit with a strange, stern joy. "At last!" he muttered through his set teeth.
Mrs. Arling leaned forward, and her face grew pale. "What is it, doctor?" she asked, trembling. "What is the matter?"
Doctor Trubie glanced at her excited face, and saw what mischief23 he was doing. "Nothing," he hastened to answer, "nothing, only an old sore pressed on suddenly. This handwriting reminds me of one that—I never expected to see again."
He gave the letter a long, moody24 look, then refolded it, and handed it back to Bergan.
Mrs. Arling looked anxiously at her son. "Does Doctor Remy give you any special news?" she asked.
"Not much. Uncle Godfrey is better, and the fever is over. Business is still dull."
"Then you will not need to hurry back?"
Bergan knelt by his mother's side. "My dear mother," he whispered, "you know it is not for the sake of my business that I am anxious to return, as soon as I may. I must see Carice, and satisfy myself that nothing is amiss."
Mrs. Arling smiled, yet she sighed, too. "Ah, yes, I remember," said she, "and you are quite right."
Doctor Trubie rose, and came to the other side of Mrs. Arling's chair. "I am glad to see that I am not wanted here any longer," he began, pleasantly;—
"But you are wanted," interrupted Mrs. Arling; "you are always wanted, as a friend."
"Thank you; but I am wanted elsewhere as a physician; so I must take my leave, for the present."
He shook hands with Mrs. Arling, and gave Bergan a meaning glance, as he did so. The young man rose. "I will walk a little way with you, if you like," said he. "I have a boyish delight in the first snow, and I did not see any last winter, you remember."
The two gentlemen were hardly outside the gate, before Doctor Trubie asked;—"What do you know of this Doctor Remy's antecedents?"
Bergan narrated25 the facts which he had gathered, from time to time, from Doctor Remy's conversation.
"So, he would have us believe," said Doctor Trubie, contemptuously, "that he transformed himself from a poor lawyer into a scientific physician, in a year and a half, by the help of a friendly doctor, and a course of lectures! There is falsehood on the face of it."
"He had a genius for the study," replied Bergan.
"Aye, I'll warrant! that is the saving grain of truth in the whole story. Do you remember the circumstances of your elder brother's death?"
"Not very distinctly. I was so young, at the time; and then, you know, mother could never bear to hear any allusion26 to them."
"You know that he was murdered?"
Bergan looked surprised. "I know there was talk of suicide," said he, "but I thought it was decided27 that he was poisoned by mistake."
"He was murdered," asserted Doctor Trubie, getting his teeth, "foully28 murdered by the man who professed29 to be his friend,—a man who wrote a hand as much like this Doctor Remy's as one side of your face is like the other. I charged him with it, at the time, and I have always believed that I should live to see the charge proven." And he finished by giving a succinct30 account of the circumstances attending Alec Arling's death.
Bergan listened attentively31 and critically, as became his legal training. "I do not understand why the finding of the diamond was such conclusive32 evidence of guilt," said he, when the doctor paused.
"Because Roath swore, at the inquest, that he did not touch either bottle or glass, and did not even go to that end of the table. That was where he overreached himself; without that, the stone in the glass would not have been such a damning circumstance. He recognized it as such himself;—else why did he fly?"
"Well, you may be right about the murder," said Bergan, after a little consideration, "but I think you have mistaken the man."
"Let us see," said Doctor Trubie. "He is about my height?"
"Yes,—perhaps a little taller."
"He stoops a little?"
"Not at all, he is uncommonly33 erect34."
"He has dark hair?"
"It may have been so, it is prematurely35 gray."
Doctor Trubie looked a little discomfited36. "Give me a sketch37 of his character," said he.
Bergan hesitated. It was a difficult thing to do, on the instant. His impressions of Doctor Remy's character had varied38, as he remembered.
"On second thought," said Doctor Trubie, "I will give you one. All of him, that is not intellect, is ice. In religious matters, he is an utter sceptic. Socially, he is brilliant; but he has no intimate friends, and he makes no confidants. Men and women, to him, are subjects of study, not objects of affection. He cares for nothing but himself and his profession. And no one cares for him—much. They may admire, but they cannot love."
Bergan looked considerably39 startled. "Your sketch tallies40 well with some impressions of mine, which I did my best to rid myself of," said he. "But Doctor Remy has befriended me, from the first, and you yourself say that he has been largely the means of saving my mother's life."
"He has had his own reasons for both; Edmund Roath never did anything without a reason, and a selfish one. Has he anything to gain by keeping you out of the way?"
"Nothing, that I can imagine."
"When do you return to Berganton?"
"Mother has consented that I shall start on Monday, if she is no worse."
"She will be much better. Do not delay longer than that. I will accompany you; I want to see this Doctor Remy. Seeing is believing. But, mind, not a word of my coming, to him or any one else. Now, go back to your mother, or she will be alarmed. Good night."
Bergan walked back slowly and thoughtfully. Without being fully17 convinced of the truth of Doctor Trubie's suspicions, he was strangely disturbed and startled. Reaching the gate, he turned his face south-eastward, and gazed across the white meadows, toward the dim outline of the distant hills. His thoughts overleaped even that far barrier, and took an air line to Oakstead and to Carice. Her face rose vividly41 before him, not, strange to say, as he had seen it last, rosy42 and bright, but pale and piteous, and gazing toward him with a look that besought43 sympathy and succor44, plainer than any speech. His eyes grew moist, his breath tremulous; his heart swelled45 with passionate46 love and longing47.
"I will beg my mother to consent to my going at once," said he to himself. "I cannot wait another day."
The next afternoon, he was on his way to Berganton, whither Doctor Trubie was shortly to follow him.
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heartiest
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gravel
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brass
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disapproval
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transit
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miraculous
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crookedness
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accomplishment
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prescriptions
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mischief
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moody
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varied
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tallies
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rosy
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succor
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swelled
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passionate
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longing
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