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Vimpany had foreseen, to exert its baneful influence. The mistress descended to bargaining with the servant. "Deceive the doctor," she said, "and I well remember that it may be for my good." She stopped, and considered for a moment. Her noble nature rallied its forces, and prompted her next words: "But respect your master, if you wish me to keep your secret.
She sought a cheap lodging, and found a room, among people who seemed respectable, which she could have for four-and-sixpence a week, with board at a shilling a day. This settled, she hastened to Mr. Mountjoy's hotel brimful of her news for Mrs. Vimpany. Everyone knows the disappointment when the one person in the world whom you want at the moment to see and to talk with proves to be out.
It's nothing of the sort; we are under no obligation; my wife, my admirable wife, has earned that diamond pin. By registered post; and what I call a manly letter from Lord Harry. Oh, I'm not jealous. He's welcome to love Mrs. Vimpany, in her old age, if he likes. Did you say that, sir? Did you say that Lord Harry, or any man, was welcome to love Mrs. Vimpany?
"He has already asked me to assist him, Iris; and I have refused. I can't agree with your change of opinion about Mr. Vimpany." "Why not? Is it because he has separated from his wife?" "That is one reason, among many others," Mountjoy replied. "Indeed, indeed you are wrong! Lord Harry has known Mrs. Vimpany for years, and he says I am truly sorry to hear it that the separation is her fault."
If anything happens here I shall be able to tell you when you arrive. "Yours affectionately, L. Vimpany." This letter exactly coincided with Fanny's own views. The doctor was now gone. She was pretty certain that he was not going to remain alone in the cottage; and the suburb of Passy, though charming in many ways, is not exactly the place for a man of Dr. Vimpany's temperament.
Lord Harry seemed to observe this, for he left the Dane and looked over the doctor's shoulder. "What are you doing?" he asked in a whisper. "Better not inquire, my lord," said the doctor. "What do you know about the mysteries of medicine?" "Why must I not inquire?" Vimpany turned, closing the cupboard behind him. In his hand was a glass full of the stuff he was about to administer.
"I will go," she said. "It terrifies me even to think of going back to that awful cottage with that dreadful man. Yet I will go. Mrs. Vimpany, I know that it will be of no use. Whatever is going to happen now will happen without any power of mine to advance or to prevent. I am certain that my journey will prove useless. But I will go. Yes, I will go this evening."
He forthwith produced the last week's number, and opened it at the right place. "Read that, sir," he said, with something in his manner which looked like virtuous indignation. Mr. Vimpany found himself confronted by a letter addressed to the editor.
Damn it I beg your pardon, Miss Henley but it is irritating, to a man of my capacity, to be completely neglected. For the last three days not a creature has darkened the doors of this house. Could I say a word to you?" He led Iris mysteriously into a corner of the room. "About our friend downstairs?" he began. "When may we hope that he will be well again, Mr. Vimpany?" "Maybe in three weeks.
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