THE MAJOR PAYS THE ONLY DEBT OF CONSEQUENCE HE EVER DID PAY, AND I FIND
MYSELF A MAN OF PROPERTY.
I hastened back to the major, to examine his wound, and, with the
assistance of Timothy, I stripped him sufficiently to ascertain that the
ball had entered his hip, and probing the wound with my finger, it
appeared that it had glanced off in the direction of the intestines; the
suffusion of blood was very trifling, which alarmed me still more.
"Could you bear removal, major, in the coach?"
"I cannot tell, but we must try: the sooner I am home the better,
Japhet," replied he, faintly.
With the assistance of Timothy, I put him into the hackney-coach, and we
drove off, after I had taken off my hat and made my obeisance to Mr
Osborn, an effort of politeness which I certainly should have neglected,
had I not been reminded of it by my principal. We set off, and the
major bore his journey very well, making no complaint; but on our
arrival he fainted as we lifted him out. As soon as he was on the bed,
I despatched Timothy for a surgeon. On his arrival he examined the
wound, and shook his head. Taking me into the next room, he declared
his opinion, that the ball had passed into the intestines, which were
severed, and that there was no hope. I sat down and covered up my
face--the tears rolled down and trickled through my fingers--it was the
first heavy blow I had yet received. Without kindred or connections, I
felt that I was about to lose one who was dear to me. To another, not
in my situation, it might have only produced a temporary grief at the
near loss of a friend; but to me, who was almost alone in the world, the
loss was heavy in the extreme. Whom had I to fly to for solace?--there
were Timothy and Fleta--one who performed the duty of a servant to me
and a child. I felt that they were not sufficient, and my heart was
chilled.
The surgeon had, in the mean time, returned to the major, and dressed
the wound. The major, who had recovered from his weakness, asked him
his candid opinion. "We must hope for the best, sir," replied the
surgeon.
"That is to say, there is no hope," replied the major; "and I feel that
you are right. How long do you think that I may live?"
"If the wound does not take a favourable turn, about forty-eight hours,
sir," replied the surgeon: "but we must hope for a more fortunate
issue."
"In a death-bed case you medical men are like lawyers," replied the
major, "there is no getting a straightforward answer from you. Where is
Mr Newland?"
"Here I am, Carbonnell," said I, taking his hand.
"My dear fellow, I know it is all over with me, and you, of course, know
it as well as I do. Do not think that it is a source of much regret to
me to leave this rascally world--indeed it is not; but I do feel sorry,
very sorry, to leave you. The doctor tells me I shall live forty-eight
hours; but I have an idea that I shall not live so many minutes. I feel
my strength gradually failing me. Depend upon it, my dear Newland,
there is an internal haemorrhage. My dear fellow, I shall not be able
to speak soon. I have left you my executor and sole heir. I wish there
was more for you--it will last you, however, till you come of age. That
was a lucky hit last night, but a very unlucky one this morning. Bury
me like a gentleman."
"My dear Carbonnell," said I, "would you not like to see somebody--a
clergyman?"
"Newland, excuse me. I do not refuse it out of disrespect, or because I
do not believe in the tenets of Christianity; but I cannot believe that
my repentance at this late hour can be of any avail. If I have not been
sorry for the life I have lived--if I have not had my moments of
remorse--if I have not promised to amend, and intended to have so done,
and I trust I have--what avails my repentance now? No, no, Japhet, as I
have sown so must I reap, and trust to the mercy of Heaven. God only
knows all our hearts; and I would fain believe that I may find more
favour in the eyes of the Almighty, than I have in this world from those
who--but we must not judge. Give me to drink. Japhet--I am sinking
fast. God bless you, my dear fellow."
The major sank on his pillow, after he had moistened his lips, and spoke
no more. With his hand clasped in mine he gradually sank, and in a
quarter of an hour his eyes were fixed, and all was over. He was right
in his conjectures--an artery had been divided, and he had bled to
death. The surgeon came again just before he was dead, for I had sent
for him. "It is better as it is," said he to me. "Had he not bled to
death, he would have suffered forty eight hours of extreme agony from
the mortification which must have ensued." He closed the major's eyes
and took his leave, and I hastened into the drawing-room and sent for
Timothy, with whom I sate in a long conversation on this unfortunate
occurrence, and my future prospects.
My grief for the death of the major was sincere; much may indeed be
ascribed to habit, from our long residence and companionship; but more
to the knowledge that the major, with all his faults, had redeeming
qualities, and that the world had driven him to become what he had been.
I had the further conviction, that he was attached to me, and, in my
situation, anything like affection was most precious. His funeral was
handsome, without being ostentatious, and I paid every demand upon him
which I knew to be just--many, indeed, that were not sent in, from a
supposition that any claim made would be useless. His debts were not
much above 200 pounds, and these debts had never been expected to be
liquidated by those who had given him credit. The paper he had written,
and had been witnessed by Timothy and another, was a short will, in
which he left me his sole heir and executor. The whole of his property
consisted of his house in Saint James's Street, the contents of his
pocket-book intrusted to my care, and his personal effects, which,
especially in bijouterie, were valuable. The house was worth about 4000
pounds, as he had told me. In his pocket-book were notes to the amount
of 3500 pounds, and his other effects might be valued at 400 pounds.
With all his debts and funeral expenses liquidated, and with my own
money, I found myself in possession of about 8000 pounds--a sum which
never could have been credited, for it was generally supposed that he
died worth less than nothing, having lived for a long while upon a
capital of a similar value.
"I cannot but say," observed Timothy, "but that this is very fortunate.
Had the major not persuaded you to borrow money, he never would have won
so large a sum. Had he lived he would have squandered it away; but just
in the nick of time he is killed, and makes you his heir."
"There is truth in your observation, Timothy; but now you must go to Mr
Emmanuel, that I may pay him off. I will repay the 1000 pounds lent me
by Lord Windermear into his banker's, and then I must execute one part
of the poor major's will. He left his diamond solitaire as a memento to
his lordship. Bring it to me, and I will call and present it."