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The poor seemed to be growing poorer the difficulty of getting a fee became greater the ladies seemed more and more determined to show their dislike and aversion. Matters were growing desperate, thought Dr. Letsom on this autumn night, as he stood watching the chrysanthemums and the fading light in the western sky. Money was becoming a rare commodity with him. His housekeeper, Mrs.
Presently he heard the footsteps of Dr. Letsom; and the next minute the doctor was standing before him, with a grave look on his face. "You have a little daughter," he said "a beautiful little girl but your wife is in danger; you had better come and see her." Even he the doctor accustomed to scenes of sorrow and desolation was startled by the cry of pain that came from the young man's lips.
Stephen Letsom was too clever a man and too wise a doctor to make any endeavor to stem such a torrent of grief. He knew that it must have its way. He sat patiently listening, speaking when he thought a word would be useful; and Lord Charlewood never knew how much he owed to his kind, unwearied patience.
He had been twenty years in the place, yet no carriage had ever stopped at his door. He heard a quick, impatient voice, saying: "Are you the doctor Dr. Letsom?" Looking in the direction of the sound, the doctor saw a tall, distinguished-looking man, wrapped in a traveling cloak a man whose face and manner indicated at once that he belonged to the upper ranks of society. Dr.
The inhabitants were divided into three distinct classes the poor, who gained a scanty livelihood by working in the fields, the shop-keepers, and the gentry, the latter class consisting principally of old maids and widows, ladies of unblemished gentility and limited means. Among the latter Dr. Letsom was not popular. He had an unpleasant fashion of calling everything by its right name.
"Lady Mrs Charlewood is not so well as I had hoped she would be. Dr. Evans is considered very clever. I should like further advice. Shall I send for him?" The sudden flash of agony that came into Lord Charlewood's face was a revelation to Dr. Letsom; he laid his hand with a gentle touch on the stranger's arm. "Do not fear the worst," he said. "She is in the hands of Heaven.
The vehicle drew up before his door, and the doctor stood for a few moments as though paralyzed. Then came a violent peal of the doorbell; and he knowing that Mrs. Galbraith had retired for the evening, went to answer it. There indeed, in the starlight, were the handsome traveling carriage, the pair of gray horses, and the postilion. Stephen Letsom looked about him like one in a dream.
"I shall never be able to part with her. Sometimes I think I shall run away with her and hide her." How little she dreamed that there was a prophecy in the words! "Her father has the first claim," said Dr. Letsom. "It may be hard for us to lose her, but she belongs to him." "He will never love her as I do," observed Margaret Dornham.
For want of better accommodation, he had been carried up into a loft over a stable, where the doctor attended him. In the loft was an open trap-door, through which trusses of hay and straw were raised and lowered. No one warned Dr. Letsom about it. The aperture was covered with straw, and he, walking quickly across, fell through. There was but one comfort he did not suffer long.
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