The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1881-05-27
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"After an interval Of few days moro
decided on making further inquiries at
Mrs. Eyrecourt's house. This time
when I left my card I sem message
asking il the lady would receive me.
Shall / own my weakness' She pos.
sesses all the information that want;
and she has twice baflled my inquiries.
Under these humilisting circumstances
il IL part Of the pugnacity OF my dis
position to inquire again.
II was invited to go upstairs
"Ths front and back drawing-room OF
the house we're thrown into one. Mrs.
Eyrecourt was being gently msved back
ward and forward in o chair on wheels,
propelled by her maid; two gentlemen
being present, visitors like myself. In
spite Of rouge and loosely folded lace
and flowing draperes, she presented a
dsplorable spectacle. The bodily part
Of her looked like dead woman painted
and revived, while the moral part, in
the strongest contrast. was Just as lively
as ever.
$3.50 glad to see you again Father
Benwell, and so much obliged by your
kind inquiries. am quite well, though
the doctor won't admit It. Isn't il funny
to see me being wheeled about like O
child in peramubulAtor? Returning
TO first principles / call il. You see it's
law Of my nature that I must go about.
The doctor wont let me go about out
side the house, so I 60 about inside the
house. Matilda is the nurse, and I am
the baby that will learn to walk one Of
these daya Are you tired, Matilda
MOI Then give me another turn. there's
> good creature. Movement, perpetual
movement, is o law of nature. Oh,
dear, no, doctor. ! didn't make that
discovery for myself. Some eminent
scientific person mentioned it in a lee
lure. The ugliest man I ever saw.
Now back again, Matilda Let me in
troduce you 70 my friends, Father Ben
we'll. Introducing is ont Of fashion, 1
know. But am one OF the few women
who can resist the tyranny Of fashion.
[ like introducing people. Sir John
Drons-Fathsr BenwelL Father Ben
well-Doctor Wybrow. All, yes, you
know the doctor by reputation Shall
I give you his character? Personally
charming; professionally detestable.
Pardon my impudence, doctor il Is one
Of the consequences of the over
flowing state of my health. Another
turn, Matilda, and little faster this
time. Oh. how wish I was travelling
by rsilway.'
"There her breath failed her. She
reclined in her chair and famed herself
silently for while.
"I was now able to turn my attention
to the two visitors. Sir John Drone, il
was easy to see, would be no obstacle to
confidential conversation with Mrs. Eyre
court. An excellent country gentleman
With the bald head, the ruddy complex.
ion, and the inexhaustible capacity FOL
silence 20 familiar to us in English 90.
oisty-thers you have the true descrip-
tion Of Cir John But the famous ply
sician was quite another sort Of man.
had only to look at him and to feel my
ssk condemned to small talk while ht
was in the room.
"You have always heard Of II In m,
correspondence whenever have been il
the wrong. I was in the wrong now.
had forgotten the law OF chances. Ca
pricious fortune after q long interva
vss about TO declare herself again in m,
favor by means Of the very woman VIII
had twice already got the better Of me
| What recompense for my kind inqui
ries after Mrs. Eyrecourtl She recov
cred breath enough to begin talkin,
again. .4 a
"'Dear nae. how dull You axer sh
said to US. why don't you arnuse
poor prisoner confined 10 tho house
Rest Little, Matilda, or you will b
falling III next. Doctor is this you
last professional visit n
"Promise to take care OF yourself
Mrs. Eyrecourt, and I will confses tbs
the professional visits are over. i com
here to-day only Is g friend
"You best Of meni Do me snothe
favor. Enliven eur dullness. Tell u
some interesting story about patien
These great doctors, Sir John. pas
their lives In . perfect atmosphere {
romance. On Wybrow's consultin
room is like your confessional Faths
Benwell. The most fascinating sins an
sorrows are poured into his ears. VIII,
Is the last romance In peal life. docto
that has asked you to Geat il medically
We DOM want names and plsces-w
ere good children; we only want story
"Dr. wybrov looked al me with
smile.
"It "a impossible TO persuade Il
Dies he said. that we, toe, asc fathel
oonisssors in our way. The fsst dut
Of Q doctor. Mrs. Eyrecourt-'
"h 10 cure people. Of course sh
lnterposed, In her srnArtcst manner
"Ths doctor answered seriously.
s'No, indeed. That d only the sex
qnd duty. Our frst duty y invAriabl
70 respeA the conAdenosof our patient,
However, be resumed. in his essis
lone, 4 happen to have seea . pstier
To-day under circumstances which th
rules OF professional honor do not fol
bid me 70 mention I don't know. Mr.
1ssoais whistler s6a win Qdits VI