St. Ronan's Well Part 9

"I think there is," said Lady Binks, in a tone which implied something more than mere a.s.sent to Lady Penelope's proposition.

"I doubt if he is an artist at all," said the Lady Penelope; "or if he is, he must be doing things for some Magazine, or Encyclopedia, or some such matter."

"_I_ doubt, too, if he be a professional artist," said Lady Binks. "If so, he is of the very highest cla.s.s, for I have seldom seen a better-bred man."

"There are very well-bred artists," said Lady Penelope. "It is the profession of a gentleman."

"Certainly," answered Lady Binks; "but the poorer cla.s.s have often to struggle with poverty and dependence. In general society, they are like commercial people in presence of their customers; and that is a difficult part to sustain. And so you see them of all sorts--shy and reserved, when they are conscious of merit--petulant and whimsical, by way of showing their independence--intrusive, in order to appear easy--and sometimes obsequious and fawning, when they chance to be of a mean spirit. But you seldom see them quite at their ease, and therefore I hold this Mr. Tyrrel to be either an artist of the first cla.s.s, raised completely above the necessity and degradation of patronage, or else to be no professional artist at all."

Lady Penelope looked at Lady Binks with much such a regard as Balaam may have cast upon his a.s.s, when he discovered the animal's capacity for holding an argument with him. She muttered to herself--

_"Mon ane parle, et meme il parle bien!"_

But, declining the altercation which Lady Binks seemed disposed to enter into, she replied, with good-humour, "Well, dearest Rachel, we will not pull caps about this man--nay, I think your good opinion of him gives him new value in my eyes. That is always the way with us, my good friend! We may confess it, when there are none of these conceited male wretches among us. We will know what he really is--he shall not wear fern-seed, and walk among us invisible thus--what say you, Maria?"

"Indeed, I say, dear Lady Penelope," answered Miss Digges, whose ready chatter we have already introduced to the reader, "he is a very handsome man, though his nose is too big, and his mouth too wide--but his teeth are like pearl--and he has such eyes!--especially when your ladys.h.i.+p spoke to him. I don't think you looked at his eyes--they are quite deep and dark, and full of glow, like what you read to us in the letter from that lady, about Robert Burns."

"Upon my word, miss, you come on finely!" said Lady Penelope.--"One had need take care what they read or talk about before you, I see--Come, Jones, have mercy upon us--put an end to that symphony of tinkling cups and saucers, and let the first act of the tea-table begin, if you please."

"Does her leddys.h.i.+p mean the grace?" said honest Mrs. Blower, for the first time admitted into this wors.h.i.+pful society, and busily employed in arranging an Indian handkerchief, that might have made a mainsail for one of her husband's smuggling luggers, which she spread carefully on her knee, to prevent damage to a flowered black silk gown from the repast of tea and cake, to which she proposed to do due honour--"Does her leddys.h.i.+p mean the grace? I see the minister is just coming in.--Her leddys.h.i.+p waits till ye say a blessing, an ye please, sir."

Mr. Winterblossom, who _toddled_ after the chaplain, his toe having given him an alert hint to quit the dining-table, though he saw every feature in the poor woman's face swoln with desire to procure information concerning the ways and customs of the place, pa.s.sed on the other side of the way, regardless of her agony of curiosity.

A moment after, she was relieved by the entrance of Dr. Quackleben, whose maxim being, that one patient was as well worth attention as another, and who knew by experience, that the _honoraria_ of a G.o.dly wife of the Bow-head were as apt to be forthcoming, (if not more so,) as my Lady Penelope's, he e'en sat himself quietly down by Mrs. Blower, and proceeded with the utmost kindness to enquire after her health, and to hope she had not forgotten taking a table-spoonful of spirits burnt to a _residuum_, in order to qualify the crudities.

"Indeed, Doctor," said the honest woman, "I loot the brandy burn as lang as I dought look at the gude creature wasting itsell that gate--and then, when I was fain to put it out for very thrift, I did take a thimbleful of it, (although it is not the thing I am used to, Dr.

Quackleben,) and I winna say but that it did me good."

"Unquestionably, madam," said the Doctor, "I am no friend to the use of alcohol in general, but there are particular cases--there are particular cases, Mrs. Blower--My venerated instructor, one of the greatest men in our profession that ever lived, took a wine-gla.s.sful of old rum, mixed with sugar, every day after his dinner."

"Ay? dear heart, he would be a comfortable doctor that," said Mrs.

Blower. "He wad maybe ken something of my case. Is he leevin' think ye, sir?"

"Dead for many years, madam," said Dr. Quackleben; "and there are but few of his pupils that can fill his place, I a.s.sure ye. If I could be thought an exception, it is only because I was a favourite. Ah!

blessings on the old red cloak of him!--It covered more of the healing science than the gowns of a whole modern university."

"There is ane, sir," said Mrs. Blower, "that has been muckle recommended about Edinburgh--Macgregor, I think they ca' him--folk come far and near to see him."[I-15]

"I know whom you mean, ma'am--a clever man--no denying it--a clever man--but there are certain cases--yours, for example--and I think that of many that come to drink this water--which I cannot say I think he perfectly understands--hasty--very hasty and rapid. Now I--I give the disease its own way at first--then watch it, Mrs. Blower--watch the turn of the tide."

"Ay, troth, that's true," responded the widow; "John Blower was aye watching turn of tide, puir man."

"Then he is a starving doctor, Mrs. Blower--reduces diseases as soldiers do towns--by famine, not considering that the friendly inhabitants suffer as much as the hostile garrison--ahem!"

Here he gave an important and emphatic cough, and then proceeded.

"I am no friend either to excess or to violent stimulus, Mrs.

Blower--but nature must be supported--a generous diet--cordials judiciously thrown in--not without the advice of a medical man--that is my opinion, Mrs. Blower, to speak as a friend--others may starve their patients if they have a mind."

"It wadna do for me, the starving, Dr. Keekerben," said the alarmed relict,--"it wadna do for me at a'--Just a' I can do to wear through the day with the sma' supports that nature requires--not a soul to look after me, Doctor, since John Blower was ta'en awa.--Thank ye kindly, sir," (to the servant who handed the tea,)--"thank ye, my bonny man,"

(to the page who served the cake)--"Now, dinna ye think, Doctor," (in a low and confidential voice,) "that her leddys.h.i.+p's tea is rather of the weakliest--water bewitched, I think--and Mrs. Jones, as they ca' her, has cut the seedcake very thin?"

"It is the fas.h.i.+on, Mrs. Blower," answered Dr. Quackleben; "and her ladys.h.i.+p's tea is excellent. But your taste is a little chilled, which is not uncommon at the first use of the waters, so that you are not sensible of the flavour--we must support the system--reinforce the digestive powers--give me leave--you are a stranger, Mrs. Blower, and we must take care of you--I have an elixir which will put that matter to rights in a moment."

So saying, Dr. Quackleben pulled from his pocket a small portable case of medicines--"Catch me without my tools,"--he said; "here I have the real useful pharmacopoeia--the rest is all humbug and hard names--this little case, with a fortnight or month, spring and fall, at St. Ronan's Well, and no one will die till his day come."

Thus boasting, the Doctor drew from his case a large vial or small flask, full of a high-coloured liquid, of which he mixed three tea-spoonfuls in Mrs. Blower's cup, who, immediately afterwards, allowed that the flavour was improved beyond all belief, and that it was "vera comfortable and restorative indeed."

"Will it not do good to my complaints, Doctor?" said Mr. Winterblossom, who had strolled towards them, and held out his cup to the physician.

"I by no means recommend it, Mr. Winterblossom," said Dr. Quackleben, shutting up his case with great coolness; "your case is oedematous, and you treat it your own way--you are as good a physician as I am, and I never interfere with another pract.i.tioner's patient."

"Well, Doctor," said Winterblossom, "I must wait till Sir Bingo comes in--he has a hunting-flask usually about him, which contains as good medicine as yours to the full."

"You will wait for Sir Bingo some time," said the Doctor; "he is a gentleman of sedentary habits--he has ordered another magnum."

"Sir Bingo is an unco name for a man o' quality, dinna ye think sae, Dr.

c.o.c.klehen?" said Mrs. Blower. "John Blower, when he was a wee bit in the wind's eye, as he ca'd it, puir fallow--used to sing a sang about a dog they ca'd Bingo, that suld hae belanged to a farmer."

"Our Bingo is but a puppy yet, madam--or if a dog, he is a sad dog,"

said Mr. Winterblossom, applauding his own wit, by one of his own inimitable smiles.

"Or a mad dog, rather," said Mr. Chatterly, "for he drinks no water;"

and he also smiled gracefully at the thoughts of having trumped, as it were, the president's pun.

"Twa pleasant men, Doctor," said the widow, "and so is Sir Bungy too, for that matter; but O! is nae it a pity he should bide sae lang by the bottle? It was puir John Blower's faut too, that weary tippling; when he wan to the lee-side of a bowl of punch, there was nae raising him.--But they are taking awa the things, and, Doctor, is it not an awfu' thing that the creature-comforts should hae been used without grace or thanksgiving?--that Mr. Chitterling, if he really be a minister, has muckle to answer for, that he neglects his Master's service."

"Why, madam," said the Doctor, "Mr. Chatterly is scarce arrived at the rank of a minister plenipotentiary."

"A minister potentiary--ah, Doctor, I doubt that is some jest of yours,"

said the widow; "that's sae like puir John Blower. When I wad hae had him gie up the lovely Peggy, s.h.i.+p and cargo, (the vessel was named after me, Doctor Kittleben,) to be remembered in the prayers o' the congregation, he wad say to me, 'they may pray that stand the risk, Peggy Bryce, for I've made insurance.' He was a merry man, Doctor; but he had the root of the matter in him, for a' his light way of speaking, as deep as ony skipper that ever loosed anchor from Leith Roads. I hae been a forsaken creature since his death--O the weary days and nights that I have had!--and the weight on the spirits--the spirits, Doctor!--though I canna say I hae been easier since I hae been at the Wall than even now--if I kend what I was awing ye for elickstir, Doctor, for it's done me muckle heart's good, forby the opening of my mind to you."

"Fie, fie, ma'am," said the Doctor, as the widow pulled out a seal-skin pouch, such as sailors carry tobacco in, but apparently well stuffed with bank-notes,--"Fie, fie, madam--I am no apothecary--I have my diploma from Leyden--a regular physician, madam,--the elixir is heartily at your service; and should you want any advice, no man will be prouder to a.s.sist you than your humble servant."

"I am sure I am muckle obliged to your kindness, Dr. Kickalpin," said the widow, folding up her pouch; "this was puir John Blower's _spleuchan_,[I-16] as they ca' it--I e'en wear it for his sake. He was a kind man, and left me comfortable in warld's gudes; but comforts hae their c.u.mbers,--to be a lone woman is a sair weird, Dr. Kittlepin."

Dr. Quackleben drew his chair a little nearer that of the widow, and entered into a closer communication with her, in a tone doubtless of more delicate consolation than was fit for the ears of the company at large.

One of the chief delights of a watering-place is, that every one's affairs seem to be put under the special surveillance of the whole company, so that, in all probability, the various flirtations, _liaisons_, and so forth, which naturally take place in the society, are not only the subject of amus.e.m.e.nt to the parties engaged, but also to the lookers on; that is to say, generally speaking, to the whole community, of which for the time the said parties are members. Lady Penelope, the presiding G.o.ddess of the region, watchful over all her circle, was not long of observing that the Doctor seemed to be suddenly engaged in close communication with the widow, and that he had even ventured to take hold of her fair plump hand, with a manner which partook at once of the gallant suitor, and of the medical adviser.

"For the love of Heaven," said her ladys.h.i.+p, "who can that comely dame be, on whom our excellent and learned Doctor looks with such uncommon regard?"

"Fat, fair, and forty," said Mr. Winterblossom; "that is all I know of her--a mercantile person."

"A carrack, Sir President," said the chaplain, "richly laden with colonial produce, by name the Lovely Peggy Bryce--no master--the late John Blower of North Leith having pushed off his boat for the Stygian Creek, and left the vessel without a hand on board."

"The Doctor," said Lady Penelope, turning her gla.s.s towards them, "seems willing to play the part of pilot."

"I dare say he will be willing to change her name and register," said Mr. Chatterly.