Part 11 (2/2)
”But our agreement shall come into operation at once. You will visit me daily? Rather, you will live here?”
”If it pleases you. I am sure I shall be charmed to live here.”
”Let the time go quickly--let it fly! Ah, Mr. Foster, you will like Bruges. It is the most dignified of cities. It has the picturesqueness of Nuremburg, the waterways of Amsterdam, the squares of Turin, the monuments of Perugia, the cafes of Florence, and the smells of Cologne. I have an old house there of the seventeenth century; it is on the Quai des Augustins.”
”A family affair?” I questioned.
”No; I bought it only a few years ago from a friend. I fear I cannot boast of much family. My mother made lace, my father was a schoolmaster. They are both dead, and I have no relatives.”
Somewhere in the building a clock struck three, and at that instant there was a tap at the door, and Alresca's valet discreetly entered.
”Monsieur rang?”
”No, Alexis. Leave us.”
Comprehending that it was at last Alresca's hour for retiring, I rose to leave, and called the man back.
”Good night, dear friend,” said Alresca, pressing my hand. ”I shall expect you to-morrow, and in the meantime a room shall be prepared for you. Au revoir.”
Alexis conducted me to the door. As he opened it he made a civil remark about the beauty of the night. I glanced at his face.
”You are English, aren't you?” I asked him.
”Yes, sir.”
”I only ask because Alexis is such a peculiar name for an Englishman.”
”It is merely a name given to me by Monsieur Alresca when I entered his service several years ago. My name is John Smedley.”
”Well, Mr. Smedley,” I said, putting half a sovereign into his hand, ”I perceive that you are a man of intelligence.”
”Hope so, sir.”
”I am a doctor, and to-morrow, as I dare say you heard, I am coming to live here with your master in order to attend him medically.”
”Yes, sir.”
”He says he is suffering from some mysterious complaint, Smedley.”
”He told me as much, sir.”
”Do you know what that complaint is?”
”Haven't the least idea, sir. But he always seems low like, and he gets lower, especially during the nights. What might the complaint be, sir?”
”I wish I could tell you. By the way, haven't you had trained nurses there?”
”Yes, sir. The other doctor sent two. But the governor dismissed 'em yesterday. He told me they worried him. Me and the butler does what's necessary.”
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