Part 28 (1/2)

And so he would but for that whimsical element of chance, which will for ever muddle up the affairs of this world and dumbfound the prophets.

Whether it came from the want of his lights, or from his mind being full of the thoughts of his rival, he allowed too little by half a foot in taking the sharp turn upon the Basingstoke road. The empty trap and the frightened horse clattered away into the darkness, while the Squire's groom crawled out of the ditch into which he had been shot. He struck a match, looked down at his groaning companion, and then, after the fas.h.i.+on of rough, strong men when they see what they have not seen before, he was very sick.

The doctor raised himself a little on his elbow in the glint of the match. He caught a glimpse of something white and sharp bristling through his trouser-leg half-way down the s.h.i.+n.

”Compound!” he groaned. ”A three months' job,” and fainted.

When he came to himself the groom was gone, for he had scudded off to the Squire's house for help, but a small page was holding a gig-lamp in front of his injured leg, and a woman, with an open case of polished instruments gleaming in the yellow light, was deftly slitting up his trouser with a crooked pair of scissors.

”It's all right, doctor,” said she soothingly. ”I am so sorry about it.

You can have Doctor Horton to-morrow, but I am sure you will allow me to help you to-night. I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw you by the roadside.”

”The groom has gone for help,” groaned the sufferer.

”When it comes we can move you into the gig. A little more light, John!

So! Ah, dear, dear, we shall have laceration unless we reduce this before we move you. Allow me to give you a whiff of chloroform, and I have no doubt that I can secure it sufficiently to----”

Doctor Ripley never heard the end of that sentence. He tried to raise a hand and to murmur something in protest, but a sweet smell was in his nostrils, and a sense of rich peace and lethargy stole over his jangled nerves. Down he sank, through clear, cool water, ever down and down into the green shadows beneath, gently, without effort, while the pleasant chiming of a great belfry rose and fell in his ears. Then he rose again, up and up, and ever up, with a terrible tightness about his temples, until at last he shot out of those green shadows and was in the light once more. Two bright, s.h.i.+ning, golden spots gleamed before his dazed eyes. He blinked and blinked before he could give a name to them. They were only the two bra.s.s b.a.l.l.s at the end posts of his bed, and he was lying in his own little room, with a head like a cannon ball, and a leg like an iron bar. Turning his eyes, he saw the calm face of Doctor Verrinder Smith looking down at him.

”Ah, at last!” said she. ”I kept you under all the way home, for I knew how painful the jolting would be. It is in good position now with a strong side splint. I have ordered a morphia draught for you. Shall I tell your groom to ride for Doctor Horton in the morning?”

”I should prefer that you should continue the case,” said Doctor Ripley feebly, and then, with a half-hysterical laugh--”You have all the rest of the parish as patients, you know, so you may as well make the thing complete by having me also.”

It was not a very gracious speech, but it was a look of pity and not of anger which shone in her eyes as she turned away from his bedside.

Doctor Ripley had a brother, William, who was a.s.sistant surgeon at a London hospital, and who was down in Hamps.h.i.+re within a few hours of his hearing of the accident. He raised his brows when he heard the details.

”What! You are pestered with one of those!” he cried.

”I don't know what I should have done without her.”

”I've no doubt she's an excellent nurse.”

”She knows her work as well as you or I.”

”Speak for yourself, James,” said the London man with a sniff. ”But apart from that, you know that the principle of the thing is all wrong.”

”You think there is nothing to be said on the other side?”

”Good heavens! do you?”

”Well, I don't know. It struck me during the night that we may have been a little narrow in our views.”

”Nonsense, James. It's all very fine for women to win prizes in the lecture-room, but you know as well as I do that they are no use in an emergency. Now I warrant that this woman was all nerves when she was setting your leg. That reminds me that I had better just take a look at it and see that it is all right.”

”I would rather that you did not undo it,” said the patient. ”I have her a.s.surance that it is all right.”

Brother William was deeply shocked.