“ Such things will happen whether you whereas just now it was quite possible that can bear to think of them or not,” said the she might drop down into worsted-work and Doctor. I said you would go down and see tea-parties like any other single woman — her to-morrow. We've all held out a long while Tom, who had carried off the family time – the lot of us. I don't like to think honours, and was “the boy” in this limited of the first gap. myself, but somebody must and unfruitful generation, was never likely make a beginning, you know.”

to do anything to speak of, and would be a “ The Chileys were always older than poor man if he were to live for a hundred you,” said Mrs. John. "I remember in years. Perhaps there was something else poor Mrs. Marjoribanks's time; – they were behind that made the Doctor's brow conquite elderly then, and you were just be tract a little as he crossed the threshold of ginning. When my Tom was a baby his chamber, into which, no more than into

“ We were always of the same set,” said the recesses of his heart, no one ever penthe Doctor, interrupting her without hesi- etrated; but it was the lighter idea of that tation. Lucilla, they say Cavendish bas comparison, which had no actual pain in it, got hold of the Rector. He has made be- but only a kind of humorous discontent, lieve to be penitent, you know. That is which was the last articulate thought in his cleverer than anything you could have done. mind as he went to his room and closed bis And if he can't be won back again it will door with a little sharpness as he always be serious, the Colonel says. You are to did, upon the outside world. try if you can suggest anything. It seems,” Aunt Jemima, for her part, lingered a litsaid the Doctor, with mingled amusement tle with Lucilla down-stairs. “My dear, I and satire, and a kind of gratification, don't think my brother-in-law looks well to" that Ashburton has great confidence in night. I don't think Carlingford is so you."

healthy as it is said to be. If I were you, “ It must have been the agent,” said Lu- Lucilla, I would try and get your papa to cilla. “I don't think any of the rest of take something," said Mrs. John, with anxthem are equal to that. I don't see, if that iety,“ before he goes to bed.” is the case, how we are to win him back. “Dear aunt Jemima, he never takes anyIf Mr. Ashburton had ever done anything thing. You forget he is a doctor,” said Miss very wicked, perhaps "

Marjoribanks." It always puts him out • You are safe to say he is not. penitent when he has to go out in the evening; and anyhow,” said Dr. Marjoribanks, and he he is sad about Mrs. Chiley, though he took his candle and went away with a smile. would not say so.” But nevertheless LuBut either Mr. Ashburton's good opinion of cilla knocked at his door when she went up. Lucilla, or some other notion, had touched stairs. And the Doctor, though he did not the Doctor. He was not a man who said open, growled within with a voice which much at any time, but when he bade her reassured his dutiful daughter. “ What good-night, his hand drooped upon Lucilla's should I want, do you think, but to be left shoulder, and he patted it sottly, as he quiet ? ” the Doctor said. And even Mrs. might have patted the head of a child. It John, who had waited at his door, with her was not much, but still it was a good deal candle in her hand, to hear the result, shrank from him. To feel the lingering touch of within at the sound and was seen no more. her father's hand caressing her, even in so And Miss Marjoribanks, too, went to her mild a way, was something quite surprising rest, with more than one subject of thought and strange to Miss Marjoribanks. She which kept her awake. In the first place, looked up at him almost with alarm, but he the Rector was popular in his way, and if was just then turning away with his candle he chose to call all his forces to rally round in his hand. And he seemed to have laid a penitent, there was no saying what might aside his gloom, and even smiled to himselt come of it; and then Lucilla could not help as he went up-stairs. “ If she had been the going back in the most illogical manner to boy instead of that young ass,” he said to her father's caress, and wondering what himself

. He could not have explained why was the meaning of it. Meantime the snow he was more than ordinarily hard just then fell heavily outside, and wrapped everyupon the innocent, far-distant Tom, who thing in a soft and secret whiteness. And was unlucky, it is true, but not exactly an amid the whiteness and darkness, the lamp ass, after all. But somehow it struck the burned steadily outside at the garden-gate, Doctor more than ever how great a loss it which pointed out the Doctor's door amid was to society and to herself that Lucilla all the closed houses and dark garden-walls was not “ the boy.” She could have contin- in Grange Lane — a kind of visible succour ued, and perhaps extended, the practice, and help always at hand for those who were

suffering. And though Dr. Marjoribanks / wind, though there was no wind even on was not like a young man making a practice, that silent snowy day to carry the matter. but had perfect command of Carlingford, Dr. Marjoribanks was dead. It put the and was one of the richest men in it, it was election out of people's heads, and even well known in the town that the very poor- their own affairs for the time being ; for est, if in extremity, in the depths of the had be not known all about the greater part wildest night that ever blew, would not seek of them — seen them come into the world help there in vain. The bell that had and kept them in it - and put himself alroused him when he was young, still hung ways in the breach when the pale Death near him in the silence of his closed-up approached that way? He had never made house when he was old, and still could make very much boast of his friendliness or been him spring up, all self-possessed and ready, large in sympathetic expressions, but yet when the enemy death had to be fought he had never flinched at any time, or desertwith. But that night the snow cushioned ed his patients for any consideration. Carthe wire outside, and even made white cor- lingford was sorry, profoundly sorry, with nices and columns about the steady lamp, that true sorrow which is not so much for and the Doctor slept within, and no one dis- the person mourned as for the mourner's turbed him; for except Mrs. Chiley, and a self, who feels a sense of something lost. few chronic patients, there was nothing par- The people said to themselves, Whom could ticularly amiss in Carlingford, and then it they ever find who would know their conwas Dr. Rider whom all the new people stitution so well, and who was to take care of went to the people who lived in the innumer- So-and-so if he had another attack? To able new houses at the other end of Carling- be sure Dr. Rider was at hand, who felt a ford, and had no hallowing tradition of the little agitated about it, and was conscious superior authority of Grange Lane. of the wonderful opening, and was very

ready to answer, “ I am here ;” but a young

doctor is different from an old one, and a CHAPTER XLIV.

living man all in commonplace health and

comfort is not to be compared with a dead The talk of this evening might not have one, on the morning at least of his sudden been considered of any importance to speak ending. Thank heaven, when a life is endof, but for the extraordinary and most un- ed there is always that hour or two remainlooked-for event which startled all Carling- ing to set straight the defective balances, ford next morning. Nobody could believe and do a hasty late justice to the dead, bethat it was true. Dr. Marjoribanks's pa- fore the wave sweeps on over him and tients watied for him, and declared to their washes out the traces of his steps, and lets nurses that it was all a made up-story, and in the common crowd to make their thorthat he would come and prove that he oughfare over the grave. was not dead. How could he be dead? He “It cannot be the Doctor,” Mrs. Chiley had been as well as he ever was that last said, sobbing in her bed, “ or else it has evening. He had gone down Grange Lane been in mistake for me. He was always a in the snow, to see the poor old lady who healthy man and never had anything the was now sobbing in her bed, and saying it matter with him — and a great deal youngwas all a mistake, and that it was she who er than we are, you know. If anything has ought to have died. But all those protesta- happened to him it must have been in mistions were of no avail against the cold and take for me," said the poor old lady, and she stony fact which had frightened Thomas was so hysterical that they had to send for out of his senses, when he went to call the Dr. Rider, and she was thus the first to Doctor. He had died in the night without begin to build the new world on the foundacalling or disturbing anybody. He must tions of the old, little as she meant it. But have felt faint, it seemed, for he had got up for the moment everything was paralysed and taken a little brandy, the remains of in Grange Lane, and canvassing came to a which still stood on the table by his bedside ; standstill, and nothing was discussed but but that was all that anybody could tell Dr. Marjoribanks — how he was dead, about it. They brought Dr. Rider, of though nobody could or would believe course; but all that he could do was to ex- it; and how Lucilla would be left, and who amine the strong, still frame, old, and yet her trustees were, and how the place could not old enough to be weakly, or to explain ever get used to the want of him, or would such sudden extinction, which had ceased ever look like itself again without his famiits human functions. And then the news liar presence. It was by way of relieving swept over Carlingford like a breath of their minds from the horror of the idea,

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705 that the good people rushed into consulta- | be feeling, and cry out, like all the rest of tions what Lucilla vould do. It took their the world, that it could not be true. But, minds a little off tne ghastly imagination of to be sure, that was a state of feeling that that dark room with the snow on the win- could not last long. There are events for dow, and the late moonlight trying to get which something higher than accident must into the darkness, and the white rigid face be held accountable, were one ever so ready inside, as he was said to bave been found. to take the burden of affairs on one's own It could not but make a terrible change to shoulders; and Lucilla knew, when she her— indeed, through her it could not but came to herself, that if she had watched male a great change to everybody. The ever so long or so closely, that could have Doctor's house would, of course, be shut had no effect upon the matter. After a up, which had been the most hospitable while the bewildering sense of her own house in Carlingford, and things would changed position began to come upon her, drop into the unsatisfactory state they used and roused her up into that feverish and to be in before Miss Marjoribanks's time, unnatural activity of thought which, in and there would no longer be anybody to some minds, is the inevitable reaction after organize society. Such were the ideas the the unaccustomed curb and shock of grief. ladies of Grange Lane relapsed into by When she had got used to that dreadful way of delivering themselves from the pain certainty about her father, and had suddenof their first realization of what had hap- ly come with a leap to the knowledge that pened. It would make a great change. she was not to blame, and could not help it, Even the election and its anticipated joys and that though he was gone, she remained, could not but change character in some re- it is no censure upon Lucilla to say that her spects at least, and there would be nobody head became' immediately full of a horror to make the best of them; and then the and confusion of thoughts, an involuntary question was, What would Lucifla do ? stir and bustle of plans and projects, which Would she have strength to make an ef. she did all she could to put down, but which fort," as some people suggested; or would would return and overwhelm her whether she feel not only her grief, but her down- she chose it or not. She could not help fall, and that she was now only a single asking herself what her new position was, woman, and sink into a private life, as some thinking it over, so strangely free and new others were inclined to believe.

and unlimited as it seemed. "And it must be Inside the house, naturally, the state of recollected that Miss Marjoribanks was a affairs was sad enough. . Lucilla, notwith- woman of very active mind and great enstanding the many other things she had had ergies, too old to take up a girl's fancy that to occupy her mind, was fond of her father, all was over because she had encountered a and the shock overwhelmed her for the natural grief on her passage, and too young moment. Though she was not the kind of not to see a long future still before her. woman to torture herself with thinking of She kept her room, as was to be expected, things that she might have done, still at the and saw nobody, and only moved the housefirst moment the idea that she ought not to hold and superintended the arrangements in have left nim alone — that she should have a muffled way through Thomas, who was an sat up and watched or taken some extraor-old servant, and knew the ways” of the dinary unusual precaution — was not to house; but notwithstanding her seclusion be driven away from her mind. The reign and her honest sorrow, and her perfect obof reason was eclipsed in her as it often is servance of all the ordinary restraints of in such an emergency. She said it was her the moment, it would be wrong to omit all fault in the first horror. “When I saw how mention of this feverish bustle of thinking he was looking, and how he was talking, I which came into Lucilla's mind in her solishould never have left him," said Lucilla, tude. Of all that she had to bear, it was which indeed was a very natural thing to the thing that vexed and irritated and dissay, but would have been an utterly impos- tressed her the most — as if; she said to hersible one to carry out, as she saw when she self indignantly, she ought to have been came to think of it. But she could not able to think of anything! And the think of it just then. She did not think at chances are that Lucilla, for sheer duty's all that first long snowy, troubled day, but sake, would have said, if anybody had went about the house, on the bedroom floor, asked, that of course she had not thought wringin, ner hands like a creature distract- of anything as yet; without being aware ed. "If I had only sat up,” she said; and that the mere shock, and horror, and prothen she would recall the touch of his hand found commotion had a great deal more to on her shoulder, which she seemed still to do than anything else in producing that THIRD SERIES. LIVING AGE. VOL. XXXII. 1485.

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fluttering crowd of busy, vexatious specula- knew of it, the pain of the accusation was tions which had come, without any will of acute and bitter. But how could Miss Marhers, into her heart.

joribanks help it ? — the mind travels so It looked a dreadful change in one way much quicker than anything else, and so far, as she looked at it without wishing to look and makes its expeditions in such subtle, at it in the solitude of her own room, where stealthy ways. She might begin by thinke the blinds were all down, and the snow ing of her dear papa, and yet before she sometimes came with a little thump against could dry her eyes might be off in the the window, and wḥere it was so dark that midst of one of these bewildering speculait was a comfort when night came, and the tions. For everything was certain now so lamp could be lighted. So far as Carling- far as he was concerned; and everything ford was concerned, it would be almost as was so uncertain, and full of such unknown bad for Miss Marjoribanks as if she were issues for herself. Thus the dark days beher father's widow instead of his daughter. fore the funeral passed by — and everybody To keep up a position of social importance was very kind. Dr. Marjoribanks was one in a single woman's house, unless as she had of the props of the place, and all Carlingford herself lightly said so short a time since, bestirred itself to do him the final honours ; she were awfully, rich, would be next to im- and all her friends conspired how to save possible. All that gave importance to the Lucilla from all possible trouble, and help centre of society - the hospitable table, the her over the trial; and to see how much he open house — had come to an end with the was respected was the greatest of all possiDoctor. Things could no more be as they ble comforts to her, as she said. had once been, in that respect at least. Thus it was that among the changes that She might stay in the house, and keep up to everybody looked for, there occurred all at the furthest extent possible to her its old once this change which was entirely unex. traditions ; but even to the utmost limit to pected, and put everything else out of which Lucilla could think it right to go it mind for the moment. For to tell the could never be the same. This conscious- truth, Dr. Marjoribanks was one of the men ness kept gleaming upon her as she sat in the who, according to external appearance, need dull daylight, behind the closed blinds, with never have died. There was nothing about articles of mourning piled about everywhere, him that wanted to be set right, no sort of and the grey dimness getting into her very loss, or failure, or misunderstanding, so far eyes, and her mind distressed by the con- as anybody could see. An existence in sciousness that she ought to have been un- which he could have his friends to dinner able to think; and the sadness of the pros- every week, and a good house, and good wine, pect altogether was enough to stir up a re- and a very good table, and nothing particular action, in spite of herself, in Miss Marjori- to put him out of his way, seemed in fact banks's mind.

the very ideal of the best life for the DocAnd on the other side she would no doubt tor. There was nothing in him that seemed be very

well off, and could go wherever she to demand anything better, and it was conliked, and had no limit, except what was fusing to try to follow him into that which, right and proper and becoming, to what she no doubt, must be in all its fundamentals a might please to do. She might go abroad very different kind of world. He was a just if she liked, which perhaps is the first idea man and a good man in his way, and had been of the modern English mind when anything kind to many people in his lifetime but happens to it, and settle wherever she still he did not seem to have that need of pleased, and arrange her mode of existence another rectifying completer existence which as seemed good in her own eyes.

She most men have. There seemed no reason would be an heiress in a moderate way, and why he should die- a man who was so well aunt Jemima was by this time absolutely at contented with this lower region in which her disposal, and could be taken anywhere;, many of us fare badly, and where so few of and at Lucilla's age it was quite impossible' us are contented. This was a fact which to predict what might not happen to a exercised a very confusing influence, even woman in such a position. When these when they themselves were not aware of it, fairer possibilities gleamed into Lucilla's on many people's minds. It was hard to think mind, it would be difficult to describe the of bim under any other circumstances, or anger and self-disgust with which she re- identify him with angels and spirits — which proached herself - for perhaps it was the feeling on the whole made the regret for first time that she had consciously failed in him a more poignant sort of regret. maintaining a state of mind becoming the And they buried him with the greatest occasion; and though nobody but herself signs of respect. People from twenty miles

- a rumour more

off sent their carriages, and all the George and thought that at last she might have a Street people shut their shops, and there long talk with aunt Jemima, who was a was very little business done all day. Mr. kind of refuge in her present loneliness, and Cavendish and Mr. Ashburton walked side gave her a means of escape at the same by side at the funeral, which was an affect time from all this bustle and commotion of ing sight to see; and if anything more unbecoming thoughts. could have been done to show their respect This was enough surely for any one to which was not done, the corporation of Car- have to encounter at one time; but that lingford would have been sorry for it. And very night another rumour began to murthe snow still lay deep in all the corners, mur through Carlingford though it had been trampled down all about bewildering, more incredible still, than that the Doctor's house, where the lamp was not of the Doctor's death, which the town had lighted now of nights; for what was the been obliged to confirm and acknowledge, use of lighting the lamp, which was a kind and put its seal to. When the thing was of lighthouse in its way, and meant to first mentioned, everybody (who could find point out succour and safety for the neigh- it in their heart to laugh) laughed loud in bours, when the physician himself was lying the face of the first narrator with mingled beyond all hope of succour or aid? And scepticism and indignation. They asked all the Grange Lane people retired in a him what he meant by it, and ridiculed and sympathetic, awe-stricken way, and decided, scoffed at him to his face. “Lucilla will be or at least the ladies did, to see Lucilla the richest woman in Grange Lane,” people next day, if she was able to see them, and said ; “everybody in Carlingtord knows that.” to find out whether she was going to make But after this statement had been made, the an effort, or what she meant to do. And town began to listen. It was obliged to lisMrs. Chiley was so much better that she ten, for other witnesses came in'to confirm was able to be up a little in the evening, the story. It never might have been found though she scarcely could forgive herself, out while the Doctor lived, for he had a and still could not help thinking that it was great practice, and made a great deal of she who had really been sent for, and that money; but now that he was dead, nothing the Doctor had been taken in mistake. could be hid. He was dead, and he had And as for Lucilla, she sat in her room and made an elaborate will, which was all as cried, and thought of her father's hand upon just and righteous as a will could be; but her shoulder — that last unusual caress which after the will was read, it was found out was more touching to think of than a world that everything named in it had disappeared of words. He had been fond of her and like a bubble. Instead of being the richest, proud of her, and at the last moment he Dr. Marjoribanks was one of the poorest had showed it. And by times she seemed men in Carlingford, when he shut his door to feel again that lingering touch, and cried behind him on that snowy night. It was a as if her heart would break: and yet, for revelation which took the town perfectly by all that, she could not keep her thoughts storm, and startled everybody out of their .steady, nor prevent them from wandering senses. Lucilla's plans, which she thought to all kinds of profane out-of-door matters, so wicked, went out all of a sudden, in a and to considerations of the future, und es- certain dull amaze and dismay, to which no timates of her own position. It wounded words could give any expression. Such her sadly to feel herself in such an inappro was the second inconceivable reverse of forpriate state of mind, but she could not help tune which happened to Miss Marjoribanks, it; and then the want of natural light and more unexpected, more incomprehensible air oppressed her sorely, and she longed for still than the other, in the very midst of her the evening, which felt a little more natural, most important activities and hopes,

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