Chapter 56
"And in the meantime?"
"In the meantime we can quiet our consciences with the knowledge that we are doing what is right."
"Fast asleep, dear," said Mary, entering the room just then; and Claude directed an uneasy look at the doctor.
"Papa does not often sleep so long as this," said Claude, after an uneasy interval.
"But it seemed a pity to disturb him," replied Mary, and the doctor bent his head gravely. "He seemed to be so comfortable. Woodham was there when I went in. She had been shutting the window, as it was growing chilly."
"Quite right," said the doctor.
"She said she had been in before to remove the coffee cups; and I waited some time to see if he would wake, but, as he did not, I came away.
That's what is the matter with uncle."
The doctor looked round sharply.
"Sleeping in the day time, and in the evenings. Why doesn't he save it all up till night?"
They sat a few minutes longer, and then, unable to keep back the feeling of uneasiness which troubled her, Claude rose, excused herself, and left the drawing-room to see if her father was awake.
"Still asleep?" said Mary, as she returned.
"Yes," said Claude, looking in a troubled way from one to the other; but the doctor seemed to be so very calm that she felt ashamed of the uneasy sensation which was troubling her, and, telling herself that she was foolishly nervous, she joined in the conversation. Then Mary sang a song, which the doctor insisted upon being repeated.
"I always felt and said that if ever I married it would be a lady with a charming voice."
"Well," said Mary sharply, "every one says I have a charming voice."
"You have indeed," said the doctor enthusiastically.
"I need have something charming about me by way of compensation," cried Mary, as she made a grimace. "Perhaps, Doctor Asher, you had better propose for me."
"Mary!" exclaimed Claude, flus.h.i.+ng up to the roots of her hair.
"I don't mean it, dear," said Mary demurely. "The tongue is an unruly member, you know."
"Well," said the doctor, as he leaned back in his chair, with his eyes half closed, "some young ladies do not object to marrying a man thirty years their senior. Why not?"
"Shall I stand up and walk round, so that you may see all my graces and action?" said Mary banteringly.
"A young man looks at the outward graces of form and complexion," said the doctor gravely; "a man of my age looks
"Oh, I can talk," said Mary merrily; "can't I, Claude?"
"Mary, dear, I must request that you will not speak like this," said Claude, very gravely. "You hurt me; and would you mind going in again and seeing if papa is awake."
"Are you going to send me to bed, too, for being a naughty girl?" said Mary, rising.
Claude made no reply, but there was a good deal conveyed in her intent gaze, which for that moment Mary seemed to resent; but directly after her bright eyes beamed upon her cousin, and she pa.s.sed close behind her chair, giving her an affectionate tap on the shoulder as she pa.s.sed.
As she reached the door she turned, and there was a merry, yet half-pathetic look in her eyes as she said quickly--
"No, thank you, Doctor Asher, I am a kind of lay nun."
"Mary says a great deal sometimes that she does not mean," said Claude quickly. "But as papa does not seem to come, you would like a little seltzer water and the spirits, would you not?"
"I? No, no, my dear child, no," said the doctor, taking out his watch.
"I do take these things sometimes for sociability's sake, but I always avoid them if I can, and I have a good opportunity here. Eleven o'clock. How the time flies. I must be off."
"Pray don't say no because the spirits are not in the room."
"Believe me, I am so old a friend now, that I should not scruple to ask for them if I was so disposed.--Hah! Yes, that is one of the things which teach us that we are growing old."
"I do not understand you."
"I meant your cousin's acuteness; when a man is about fifty, young ladies consider him a safe mark for their shafts."
"Don't think that, Doctor Asher. There is no malice in my dear cousin, but her deformity has caused her to be petted and indulged. She has not had a mother's constant care."
"Neither have you, my child."
"No," said Claude quietly; "but believe me, my cousin would be deeply grieved if she knew that she had said--Yes. What's the matter? Papa?"
Claude had started from her chair, for, after giving a sharp tap at the door, Sarah Woodham had entered, looking ghastly, her dark eyes so widely open that they showed a white ring about the iris, her lips apart, and her hands convulsively twisting and tearing the ap.r.o.n she held out before her.
"Master, my dear. He frightens me."
"Don't be alarmed," said the doctor quickly, as he rose perfectly cool and collected, and followed Claude out of the room, while, as the door swung to, the woman uttered a hoa.r.s.e, panting sound, threw herself upon her knees, and clasping her hands together, she rocked herself to and fro.
"Oh, Isaac! husband!" she moaned, "it is too terrible. Heaven help me!
Why did I come here?"
"Mary! Papa!" cried Claude, as she ran into the study, followed by the doctor.
"Hus.h.!.+ Don't be alarmed," said Mary. "I only thought that he was not breathing quite so naturally as he should, and I sent Woodham to fetch you."
Claude flew to her father's side, and caught his hand, looking intently in his face and then inquiringly at the doctor, who advanced in a calm, professional way, removed the lamp shade, drew the light so that it would fall upon the patient's face, proceeded to feel his pulse, and then opened his eyelid to gaze attentively in the pupil.
"Quick, tell me!" cried Claude, in an excited whisper; "is it another fit?"
"No," said the doctor gravely. "Be calm and quiet. I should like him to wake up naturally. There is nothing to mind."
Claude uttered a sigh of relief, and closed her eyes for a few moments.
"What is the matter?" she said then.
"I am not sure yet, but I fear that it is what we said--an overdose."
"Oh, Doctor Asher!"