'And now good-bye, Scatcherd; and as you do send for him give him a fair chance. Do not destroy yourself by more brandy before he comes.'
'That's my affair, and his; not yours,' said the patient.
'So be it: give me your hand, at any rate, before I go. I wish you well through it, and when you are well, I'll come and see you.'
'Good-bye—good-bye; and look here, Thorne, you'll be talking to Lady Scatcherd down stairs, I know; now, no nonsense. You understand me, eh? no nonsense, you know.'
CHAPTER X.
SIR ROGER'S WILL.
Dr. Thorne left the room and went down stairs, being fully aware that he could not leave the house without having some communication with Lady Scatcherd. He was no sooner within the passage than he heard the sick man's bell ring violently; and then the servant, passing him on the staircase, received orders to send a mounted messenger immediately to Barchester. Dr. Fillgrave was to be summoned to come as quickly as possible to the sick man's room, and Mr. Winterbones was to be sent up to write the note.
Sir Roger was quite right in supposing that there would be some words between the doctor and her ladyship. How, indeed, was the doctor to get out of the house without such, let him wish it ever so much? There were words; and these were protracted, while the doctor's cob was being ordered round, till very many were uttered which the contractor would probably have regarded as nonsense.
Lady Scatcherd was no fit associate for the wives of English baronets;—was no doubt by education and manners much better fitted to sit in their servants' halls; but not on that account was she a bad wife or a bad woman. She was painfully, fearfully anxious for that husband of hers, whom she honoured and worshipped, as it behoved her to do, above all other men. She was fearfully anxious, as to his life, and faithfully believed, that if any man could prolong it, it was that old and faithful friend whom she had known to be true to her lord since their early married troubles.
When, therefore, she found that he had been dismissed, and that a stranger was to be sent for in his place, her heart sank low within her.
