Lady Maude's Mania Part 13

"Ah, my dear!" he exclaimed, in his cheery way. "Why, I say, what's the matter?"

He sat talking to her for some little time, wrote a prescription, and then rose.

"There, Lady Barmouth," he said; "that is all I can do. Give her change _and_ peace of mind, and she will soon be well."

"Indeed, doctor," cried her ladys.h.i.+p, "she shall have everything she can wish for. As to peace of mind, why what is there to disturb it? It is our peace of mind that suffers. Poor Sir Grantley Wilters is half distracted about her."

"Is he?" said the doctor, bluntly. "Why, what has it got to do with him?"

"Hush, doctor! Fie!" exclaimed her ladys.h.i.+p, smiling. "There, you are making somebody blush. It is too bad."

Maude darted an indignant glance at her mother, and with flaming cheeks and eyes full of tears left the room.

"Poor girl, she is so hysterical," said her ladys.h.i.+p. "Ah, these young girls, these young girls! Of course you will stay lunch, doctor?"

"Yes," he said shortly, "I intended to. I'm precious hungry, and you've put me out of my usual course."

"I'm so sorry," said her ladys.h.i.+p; "but it was very good of you to come," as the door opened and the earl came toddling into the room.

"Ah, doctor," he said, "doosed glad to see you. Did you hear my leg was threatening again?"

"No," said the doctor, shaking hands. "We must have a consultation."

"And forbid so many good things, doctor," said her ladys.h.i.+p, with asperity.

"But, my dear, I--I--I'm pretty nearly starved; it's poverty of blood, I'm sure."

"Well, come and have a good lunch," said the doctor. "I'll see that you have nothing to disagree with you."

"Thank you, doctor, thank you," said the old gentleman, as the gong began to sound and they went down, Tryphie and Tom coming out of another room--Maude joining them, looking now quite composed.

"I remember when I was a boy," said Lord Barmouth, suddenly.

"Yes, my love," said her ladys.h.i.+p, stiffly; "but you've told us that before."

"Have I, my dear?" said his lords.h.i.+p, looking troubled, and then there was a little pause.

"I may have a gla.s.s of hock, may I not, doctor?" said the old man, as the luncheon went on.

"Eh? Yes.--I say, what's your name, bring me the hock, some seltzer and a gla.s.s," said the doctor to Robbins. "Yes, my dear," he continued to Tryphie, "I would rather any day go to the Tyrol than along the beaten track through the Alps."

The butler brought the hock and seltzer, and a large tumbler, into which such a liberal portion of wine was poured that Lady Barmouth looked horrified, and the old gentleman chuckled and squeezed Maude's hand under the table.

"Is not that too much, doctor?" whispered her ladys.h.i.+p.

"Eh? Much? oh no. Do him good," said the doctor, filling up the gla.s.s with seltzer. "There, take that to his lords.h.i.+p."

"I say, father," said Tom, giving her ladys.h.i.+p a mocking smile, "I watched the quant.i.ties. I'll mix your hock for you in future."

The luncheon went on, the doctor chatting merrily, while his lords.h.i.+p became, under the influence of so strong a dose of medicine, quite garrulous.

"I say, doctor," he said, chuckling, "did--did you hear that deuced good story about Lady Grace Moray?"

"No," said the doctor; "what was it?"

"Capital story, and quite true--he he, he!" chuckled the old gentleman.

"She--she--she--begad, she was disappointed of one fellow, and--and-- and, damme if she didn't run off with the butler."

"Barmouth!" exclaimed her ladys.h.i.+p, austerely, "I am glad that the servants are not in the room."

"It's--it's--it's a fact, my dear," said the old gentleman, wiping his eyes. "Bolted with him, she did, and--and--and, damme, I forget how it all ended. I say, Tom, my boy, how--how--how the doose did that affair end?"

"Got married and made a fool of herself," said Tom sharply.

"Do people always make fools of themselves who marry, Tom?" said Tryphie in a low voice.

"Always," he whispered back, "if they marry people chosen for them in place of those they love."

"I must request, Barmouth, my dear, that you do not tell such stories as that. They are loathsome and repulsive. Lady Grace Moray comes of a very low type of family. Her grandfather married a b.u.t.terman's daughter, or something of that kind. They have no breeding."

"I--I--I think I left my handkerchief in the drawing-room," said his lords.h.i.+p, rising.

"Why not ring, my love?" said her ladys.h.i.+p.

"No, no, no, I would rather fetch it myself," said his lords.h.i.+p, who left the room, went up two or three stairs, stopped, listened, and then toddled back to where, on a tray, the remains of a tongue stood in company with an empty vegetable dish or two.

There was a great piece, too, of the point quite six inches long lying detached, for the doctor's arm was vigorous, and he had cut the tongue quite through. Such a chance was not offered every day, and it would not only make a couple or three pleasant snacks when his lords.h.i.+p was hungry, but it would keep.

He listened: all was still, and, cautiously advancing, he secured the piece of dry firm tongue. Then he started as if electrified. Robbins'

cough was heard on the stairs, and his lords.h.i.+p dabbed the delicacy away in the handiest place, and turned towards the door as the butler appeared in the hall.

"What game's he up to now?" said Robbins to himself, as, with his memory reminding him of the trouble he had had to sponge and brush the tails of the old gentleman's dress coats, which used to be found matted with gummy gravies and sauces, so that the pocket linings had had to be several times replaced, he opened the dining-room door.

"I--I--I think I left my handkerchief upstairs Robbins," said his lords.h.i.+p humbly; and he toddled in again and retook his place.

The luncheon ended, the party rose and stood chatting about the room, while the doctor was in earnest conversation with Maude and her ladys.h.i.+p.

"Nothing at all," he said firmly, "but low spirits from mental causes, and these are matters for which mothers and fathers must prescribe."

"It's--it's--doosed hard to be so short of money," said his lords.h.i.+p to himself as he was left alone; and then thinking of the tongue, he tried to get to the door, but a look from her ladys.h.i.+p sent him back. "It's-- it's--doosed hard. I shall have to go to little Tryphie again. He, he, he! her ladys.h.i.+p don't know," he chuckled, "I've--I've left her five thousand in my will, bless her. I wish she'd buy me some more Bath buns."

He crossed to where the bright little girl was standing, and she advanced to him directly.

"Can you lend me another five s.h.i.+llings, Tryphie?" he whispered.

"Yes, uncle," she replied, nodding and smiling. "I'll get it and put it under the china dog on the right hand cabinet."

"That's right, my dear; it's--it's--it's so doosed awkward to be so short, and I don't like to ask her ladys.h.i.+p."