"Don't be alarmed," said Saul Harrington, confronting them. "Perhaps
you ladies had better go back to the drawing-room."
"What is the matter?" said Gertrude quickly.
"Oh, nothing much. Harrington was taken ill, and I got him to lie down,
but he didn't seem to get any better, so I thought it better to order a
fly and have him driven home. But, my dear Miss Bellwood, you had
better retire."
There was a tone in his voice which seemed to say, "For goodness sake
don't," and he hugged himself as Mrs Hampton said shortly:
"I always thought women were most useful when anyone was ill."
"Here! Hi! Somebody! Curse you! Let go, will you!" came from down by
the gate.
"He's a little delirious, I think," said Saul hastily. "The fly-man is
holding him back on the seat. Mr Hampton, are there any men about? We
want help."
"Yes, two old men and a young man, Mr Saul. Come along, Lawrence;
let's get him in."
Gertrude gave the doctor a piteous look.
"Don't be alarmed, my dear," he said kindly. "I'll soon bring him
round. Leave him to us."
He followed the lawyer down to the gate, as Saul lingered for a moment
to whisper to Gertrude:
"He's right, don't be alarmed. It is not serious," and he smiled to
himself as he hurried after the others.
"What a kind, considerate man Mr Saul is," said Mrs Hampton
sarcastically. "Humph!"
She stopped to listen, as quite a disturbance came from the gate.
"Is--is it an accident, Mrs Hampton?" whispered Gertrude.
"Yes, my dear. I don't think there is any doubt about that."
"Look sharp, please," came in a voice full of remonstrance, as the
gentlemen hurried down to the gate, to find a desperate struggle going
on in the fly, where the driver was seated with his head tucked down
upon his chest to avoid blows, while he held his fare tightly round the
waist. "Ah, that's better. Take hold of his fisties, somebody. He's
reg'lar mad."
"Poor fellow!" exclaimed Saul, seizing one of the struggling man's arms,
while Doctor Lawrence got hold of the other, and between them they drew
the sufferer out of the fly on to his knees by the gate.
"That's better," said the fly-man. "Lucky I've got my quiet old mare.
He gave such a jump once, he startled even her."
"Here, lend a hand," said the doctor sharply, as his patient began to
struggle furiously, and tried to fling them off, "all of you. We're
four. We'll take a wrist each, Hampton. You two young men take an
ankle apiece."
"Why, that's same as they does the sojers when they're a bit on," said
the fly-man.
"No, no," cried the doctor. "The other way. Not face downwards."
The patient was in a sitting position on the gravel, laughing
idiotically, and trying to troll out portions of a song, but as he felt
himself seized and lifted from the ground his whole manner changed: he
struggled furiously, his face became distorted, and he burst forth into
a tirade of oaths and curses directed at all in turn.
"Steady, guv'nor!" said the fly-man, as he held on tightly to one leg.
"Steady, you ain't a swimming. Kicks out like a frog."
"Don't let go, whatever you do," said the doctor.
"Not I, sir. I'll hold on. My! he have had his whack. We can do a bit
of a swear here in England, but these American gents could give any of
us fifty out of a hundred."
"Be silent, man!" said the lawyer sternly, as they neared the flight of
stone steps leading up to the front door. Then aloud, "Rachel, take
Miss Bellwood to the dining-room and stay there."
Mrs Hampton took Gertrude's hand, but she was quietly repulsed, and the
girl stood just inside the hall, as the sick man was carried up the
stone steps, and then into the study, where they placed him on a couch,
from which he tried to struggle up, cursing and blaspheming all the
time.
"Had you not better go, Gertrude?" whispered Saul, as he left the other
three holding his companion down.
She paid no heed to his words, but stood holding Mrs Hampton's wrist,
gazing down at the struggling brute.
"Here you, Mr Saul, get something--a table cover will do, or a rope.
We must tie him down. Better go, Miss Gertrude. I'll get him calm
after a bit."
Gertrude made no reply even to this, but stood gazing as if fascinated,
and shuddering slightly as she heard the coarse, ruffianly language and
blasphemies directed at all in turn.
"This settles it," said Mrs Hampton to herself, as, in obedience to a
summons, Mrs Denton brought in a couple of sheets, and then stood
weeping silently and wringing her hands, as she saw the doctor deftly
fold the sheets, and passing one across the struggling man's chest, give
place to Saul, who knelt upon his friend, while the broad bandage was
tightly secured right under the couch.
A second band was fastened across his legs, and then Mr Hampton turned
to the fly-man, who stood smiling at the scene.
"Thankye, sir," he said, touching his forehead. "Like such a job every
day. Lor'," he said to himself, as he went down the gravel path to the
iron gates, "when gents does go it, they does go it and no mistake.
That must be champagne, that must; beer and gin wouldn't never make me
like him."
"Now," said the doctor, as soon as the fly-man had driven off, "I must
have this got from the nearest chemist's. Under the circumstances, Mr
Saul, I must ask you to go and fetch it. They'll be shut up for the
night, but I must have the drugs."
"I don't know what you mean, Doctor Lawrence, by `under the
circumstances.' If you think I am to blame for my friend, George
Harrington's illness, you are sadly mistaken. It is an attack of
Western or swamp fever, I presume."
"Undoubtedly," said the doctor drily.
"Bring the whiskey," shouted the prisoner, in a hoarse yell.
"May I ask you to fetch this medicine, Mr Saul?" said the doctor again.
"Certainly," replied Saul; and as he took the paper, he gave Gertrude an
imploring look, that changed to one of sympathy as he passed out.
The look was lost upon Gertrude, whose eyes were fixed upon the
struggling, blaspheming man bound on the couch, and who could only be
kept in his place by Mr Hampton sitting upon him. She had been
entreated, again and again, to leave the room, but had refused as if
determined to see all.
"Nasty fit," said the doctor coolly, as he gave the lawyer a peculiar
look.
"Yes. I never saw a worse."
"Here," cried the patient, with a hoarse roar. "Get some whisk'.
Throat's like--like--what you call it. Hullo, old mother 'Ampton, you
there! Where's old Saul?"
He burst out into an idiotic fit of laughter, and looked from one to the
other.
"Where's Gertie?" he cried at last; "where's little lassie? Fesh her
here. Got t'headache. She's good f'readache. Curse you, what are you
doing. Let's get up."
There was another fierce struggle, but the bandages held firm, and he
lay panting for a time.
"Man must joy self sometimes. Ah, there you are, little one. It's all
right--it's all right."
His eyes closed, and he lay passive for quite a quarter of an hour, the
doctor watching every change, and at last joining his entreaties to
those of Mrs Hampton.
"You had better go, Gertrude, my dear. You can do no good. I shall
stay here by him--perhaps all night. He'll be better in the morning."
"Never better to me," thought Gertrude, as she looked wistfully in the
doctor's eyes. But she shook her head and intimated that she should
stay.
"But it is not a fit scene for you, my child," whispered Mrs Hampton
tenderly.
"I cannot help it, I may be of use. Doctor Lawrence," she said aloud,
piteously, as with a faint hope that she might be deceived, and that she
was unjust in attributing the trouble to drink, "are such fits likely to
return?"
"Eh? Hum! Well, really, my dear, it all depends upon the patient
himself. Ah! here's Mr Saul."
"Eh? Saul?" yelled the patient. "Where's old Saul? More whiskey. Ah,
would you!"
He burst out into such a torrent of tall swearing as is said to be
peculiar to the mule-drivers of the Far West, and Gertrude shuddered as
the hot words came pouring forth.
"That's right, Mr Saul. Now, Mrs Denton, a wine-glass, and a little
cold water, please."
These were obtained, and as the chink of bottle against glass was heard,
the patient shouted aloud, and strained to sit up and reach the glass
held out to him, and whose contents he swallowed instantly.
"What's that?" he shouted; "not whisk--That you, Saul boy. Come here--
come--"
He stopped short, uttered a furious oath, and made a bound to set
himself free, but sank back inert and lay staring in a ghastly manner at
the ceiling.
The doctor laid his hand upon his patient's heart, felt his pulse, and
then bent down over him anxiously.
"Here," he said quickly, "where is that prescription, Mr Saul?"
"The prescription, sir? Here," was the reply; and Saul took it from his
breast-pocket.
Doctor Lawrence glanced at it quickly, and seemed satisfied, but turned
to his patient again, as if the effects of his dose made him uneasy.
"He'll be better soon, Gertrude, dear," whispered Mrs Hampton, as she
drew her away to the embayed window, and stood with her half hidden by
the curtains, but with Saul Harrington's eyes watching them keenly.
"Don't be alarmed, my dear, at the violence of the attack."
"I am not alarmed," said Gertrude slowly, and in a deep, sad voice, "and
I am not deceived, Mrs Hampton."
"What do you mean, my dear?"
"That I never saw any one behave like that before. Mrs Hampton, dear,
I am not the child you think me. Do you suppose I do not know that this
is the effect of drink?"
There was a dead silence for a few moments, broken only by the
stertorous breathing of the man upon the couch.
"I wished to spare you pain, my poor darling," said Mrs Hampton
affectionately, as she drew the weeping girl to her breast. "But you
see now it is impossible for you to wed this man. Gertrude, my child,
you must come home with me, and give up all thoughts of poor old Mr
Harrington's wishes. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"And you will not be tempted by the money to sacrifice yourself like
this."
"No," said Gertrude gently. "No money would tempt me, but it was my
poor guardian's great wish that I should be the wife of the boy he
worshipped."
"But, my--"
"Hush, Mrs Hampton. He was not always like this, but generous,
chivalrous, and true. Mrs Hampton, I can see my duty here. It will be
no sacrifice, but a labour of love."
"What? You will not stay here?"
"Yes, and will be his wife."
"What? You love him, then?"
"No, I think not yet; but I shall bring him patiently back to that which
he was when he used to help my poor guardian--win him back to a truer
life."
"Gertrude?"
"If I can do that, I shall fulfil the wishes of the dead."
"Rachel, take Miss Gertrude away. Hampton, Mr Saul, I must have more
help here," said the doctor in a low, stern voice, as he bent over the
man upon the couch, and then in a hoarse, excited whisper he exclaimed:
"Good God! He's dying!"