Two or three minutes later, the hall-door of Sturk’s mansion1 opened wide, and the figure of the renowned2 doctor from Dublin, lighted up with a candle from behind, and with the link from before, glided3 swiftly down the steps, and disappeared into the coach with a sharp clang of the door. Up jumps the footman, and gives his link a great whirl about his head. The maid stands on the step with her hand before the flaring4 candle. ‘The Turk’s Head, in Werburgh Street,’ shouts the footman, and smack5 goes the coachman’s whip, and the clang and rattle6 begin.
‘That’s Alderman Blunkett — he’s dying,’ said the major, by way of gloss7 on the footman’s text; and away went the carriage with thundering wheels, and trailing sparks behind it, as if the wild huntsman had furnished its fleet and shadowy team.
‘He has ten guineas in his pocket for that — a guinea a minute, by Jove, coining, no less,’ said the major, whose pipe was out, and he thinking of going in to replenish8 it. ‘We’ll have Toole here presently, depend upon it.’
He had hardly spoken when Toole, in a halo of candle-light, emerged from Sturk’s hall-door. With one foot on the steps, the doctor paused to give a parting direction about chicken-broth9 and white-wine whey.
These last injunctions on the door-steps had begun, perhaps in a willingness to let folk see and even hear that the visit was professional; and along with the lowering and awfully10 serious countenance11 with which they were delivered, had grown into a habit, so that, as now, he practised them even in solitude12 and darkness.
Then Toole was seen to approach the Phoenix13, in full blow, his cane14 under his arm. With his full-dressed wig15 on, he was always grand and ?sculapian, and reserved withal, and walked with a measured tread, and a sad and important countenance, which somehow made him look more chubby16; and he was a good deal more formal with his friends at the inn-door, and took snuff before he answered them. But this only lasted some eight or ten minutes after a consultation17 or momentous18 visit, and would melt away insensibly in the glow of the club-parlour, sometimes reviving for a minute, when the little mirror that sloped forward from the wall, showed him a passing portrait of his grand wig and toggery. And it was pleasant to observe how the old fellows unconsciously deferred19 to this temporary self-assertion, and would call him, not Tom, nor Toole, but ‘doctor,’ or ‘Doctor Toole,’ when the fit was upon him.
And Devereux, in his day, won two or three wagers20 by naming the doctor with whom Toole had been closeted, reading the secret in the countenance and by-play of their crony. When it had been with tall, cold, stately Dr. Pell, Toole was ceremonious and deliberate, and oppressively polite. On the other hand, when he had been shut up with brusque, half-savage, energetic Doctor Rogerson, Tom was laconic21, decisive, and insupportably ill-bred, till, as we have said, the mirage22 melted away, and he gradually acquiesced23 in his identity. Then, little by little, the irrepressible gossip, jocularity, and ballad24 minstrelsy were heard again, his little eyes danced, and his waggish25 smiles glowed once more, ruddy as a setting sun, through the nectarian vapours of the punch-bowl. The ghosts of Pell and Rogerson fled to their cold dismal26 shades, and little Tom Toole was his old self again for a month to come.
‘Your most obedient, gentlemen — your most obedient,’ said Toole, bowing and taking their hands graciously in the hall —‘a darkish evening, gentlemen.’
‘And how does your patient, doctor?’ enquired27 Major O’Neil.
The doctor closed his eyes, and shook his head slowly, with a gentle shrug28.
‘He’s in a bad case, major. There’s little to be said, and that little, Sir, not told in a moment,’ answered Toole, and took snuff.
‘How’s Sturk, Sir?’ repeated the silver spectacles, a little sternly.
‘Well, Sir, he’s not dead; but, by your leave, had we not better go into the parlour, eh?—’tis a little chill, and, as I said, ’tis not all told in a moment — he’s not dead, though, that’s the sum of it — you first, pray proceed, gentlemen.’
Dangerfield grimly took him at his word; but the polite major got up a little ceremonious tussle29 with Toole in the hall. However, it was no more than a matter of half-a-dozen bows and waves of the hand, and ‘after you, Sir;’ and Toole entered, and after a general salutation in the style of Doctor Pell, he established himself upon the hearth-stone, with his back to the fire, as a legitimate30 oracle31.
Toole was learned, as he loved to be among the laity32 on such occasions, and was in no undue33 haste to bring his narrative34 to a close. But the gist35 of the matter was this — Sturk was labouring under concussion36 of the brain, and two terrific fractures of the skull37 — so long, and lying so near together, that he and Doctor Pell instantly saw ‘twould be impracticable to apply the trepan, in fact that ‘twould be certain and instantaneous death. He was absolutely insensible, but his throat was not yet palsied, and he could swallow a spoonful of broth or sack whey from time to time. But he was a dead man to all intents and purposes. Inflammation might set in at any moment; at best he would soon begin to sink, and neither he nor Doctor Pell thought he had the smallest chance of awaking from his lethargy for one moment. He might last two or three days, or even a week — what did it signify?— what was he better than a corpse38 already? He could never hear, see, speak, or think again; and for any difference it could possibly make to poor Sturk, they might clap him in his grave and cover him up to-night.
Then the talk turned upon Nutter39. Every man had his theory or his conjecture40 but Dangerfield, who maintained a discreet41 reserve, much to the chagrin42 of the others, who thought, not without reason, that he knew more about the state of his affairs, and especially of his relations with Lord Castlemallard, than perhaps all the world beside.
‘Possibly, poor fellow, he was not in a condition to have his accounts overhauled43, and on changing an agency things sometimes come out that otherwise might have kept quiet. He was the sort of fellow who would go through with a thing; and if he thought the best way on going out of the agency was to go out of the world also, out he’d go. They were always a resolute44 family — Nutter’s great uncle, you know, drowned himself in that little lake — what do you call it?— in the county of Cavan, and ’twas mighty45 coolly and resolutely46 done too.’
But there was a haunting undivulged suspicion in the minds of each. Every man knew what his neighbour was thinking of, though he did not care to ask about his ugly dreams, or to relate his own. They all knew what sort of terms Sturk and Nutter had been on. They tried to put the thought away, for though Nutter was not a joker, nor a songster, nor a story-teller, yet they liked him. Besides, Nutter might possibly turn up in a day or two, and in that case ‘twould go best with those who had not risked an atrocious conjecture about him in public. So every man waited, and held his tongue upon that point till his neighbour should begin.
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