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He had suspected the man all along; but he had nevertheless given him the letter and now it had ended in the letter turning out badly for Doctor Benjulia himself. Where he went to in London, it was not possible to say. Mr. Gregg's horse was not fast enough for him. As soon as he could find one, he took a cab. The shopman of Mr.
This attempt at mystifying the child failed completely. Zo considered the unknown tongue in which he had answered her as being equivalent to lessons. She declined to notice the Cervical Plexus, and returned to the little terrier at home. "Do you think the dog likes it?" she asked. "Never mind the dog. Do you like it?" "I don't know." Doctor Benjulia turned to Teresa.
Perhaps you think you could have saved her life if you had been sent for, now?" "No, indeed, I am just as ignorant " "Give ignorance time," Benjulia interposed, "and ignorance will become knowledge if a man is in earnest. The proper treatment might occur to you to-morrow." He held to his idea with such obstinacy that Ovid set him right, rather impatiently.
"Do you think I doubt her?" he asked. "The earth doesn't hold a truer girl than my little Carmina!" A thought struck him while he said it. The brightness faded out of his face; his voice lost its gaiety. "There is one person who may call on you," he said, "whom I don't wish her to see." "Who is he?" "Unfortunately, he is a man who has excited her curiosity. I mean Benjulia." It was now Mrs.
"Where is Carmina?" "Out of the house thank God!" The answer seemed to bewilder her: she appealed to Marceline. "Did he say, thank God?" "Yes, ma'am." "Can you tell me nothing? Who knows where Carmina has gone?" "Joseph knows, ma'am. He heard Dr. Benjulia give the address to the cabman." With that answer, she turned anxiously to her master. "Is Miss Carmina seriously ill, sir?"
Benjulia set down his watering-pot, as a sign that the paroxysm of pain had passed away. "A dull place to live in, isn't it?" In those words he welcomed the visitor to his house. Irritated by the accident which had forced him into the repellent presence of Benjulia, Ovid answered in a tone which matched the doctor on his own hard ground. "It's your own fault if the place is dull.
"Don't come near me!" cried Benjulia, the moment Ovid showed himself. The doctor was seated in an inner corner of the room; robed in a long black dressing-gown, buttoned round his throat, which hid every part of him below his fleshless face, except his big hands, and his tortured gouty foot.
"Don't take my mind back to that pray don't!" he pleaded earnestly. "I can't bear it, Doctor Benjulia I can't bear it! Please to excuse my rudeness: it isn't intentional I don't know myself what's the matter with me. I've always led a quiet life, sir; I'm not fit for such things as these. Don't suppose I speak selfishly. I'll do what I can, if you will kindly spare me."
He took up the envelope, to give it to Ovid and stopped, as if some doubt tempted him to change his mind. The hesitation was only momentary. He persisted in his first intention, and gave Ovid the letter. It was addressed to a doctor at Montreal. "That man won't introduce you to society," Benjulia announced, "and won't worry your brains with medical talk. Keep off one subject on your side.
"Hasn't he even got a housekeeper?" "Not even a housekeeper!" While he was making that reply, he saw the doctor slowly advancing towards them. "Excuse me for one minute," he resumed; "I will just speak to him, and come back to you." Carmina turned to Miss Minerva in surprise. "Ovid seems to have some reason for keeping the tall man away from us," she said. "Does he dislike Doctor Benjulia?"
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