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I suddenly remembered a scene, wherein I lay in the baths at Kensingtowe, recovering from a faint, and Dr. Chappy looked down upon me and said: "There may be a weakness at your heart." As I remembered it, the first time for years, my heart missed its beats.
It is in the first moment of surprise that the sisters, appearing so suddenly, seem to Banquo unlike the inhabitants of this earth. When he recovers from the shock and is capable of deliberate criticism, he sees chappy fingers, skinny lips in fact, nothing to distinguish them from poverty-stricken, ugly old women but their beards.
"Why, because you look so dam miserable, as though your eyes would gush out with water." And partly at this idea, partly at his skill in getting out of a difficulty, Chappy laughed so heartily that I laughed too, only with this difference that, whereas his laugh was like sounding brass, mine was like a tinkling cymbal.
I caught him proceeding: "He's clever, his masters say, and got a big future. Handsome little rogue, too. He's none of your ordinary boys. He's a twig from the cedar-top." For two reasons first, that this was a fine rhetorical flourish on which to close; and secondly, that his breath was giving out Chappy concluded his remarks, swept his waistcoat, and re-arranged his position in the deck-chair.
"Hear, hear," whispered Penny. "Ray has been the strong, silent man so far," said Radley. "Let's hear his Castle in the Air." "For God's sake " began Chappy. "Speech! Speech!" demanded Pennybet. "Oh, I don't know," demurred I. "I've not many ideas. I generally think I'd like to be a country squire, very popular among the tenants, who'd have my photo on their dressers.
I couldn't help grinnin' at Monty, and when I picks up Sadie again I gives her the diagnosis. "Case of springin' the highbrow chatter on a sportin' chappy that wears a fifteen and a half collar and a six and three-quarters hat," says I. "He's as thankful as if he'd come through a train wreck with his cigarette still lighted.
Chapman, or "Chappy," surely the stoutest and jolliest of school doctors. The fact that Chappy, occupying so withdrawn a position as medical officer to the two schools, should have been such a memorable figure in the life of the boys testifies to the largeness of his personality.
For the first he had not the digital facility which was necessary; his fingers lacked the requisite deftness, however agile and flexible the brain which directed the fingers might be. So Chappy Marr turned his talents to blackmailing. Blackmailing plants had acquired a sudden vogue; nearly all the wise-cracking kings and queens of Marr's world had gone or were going into them.
"So have I." "Good. Now, what first attracted you his good looks or his virtues?" "Neither. His vices." "Here, hang me, Radley," said Chappy, "you want examining. You're not only a shocking bad conversationalist, but also a little mad. That's your doctor's opinion; that'll be a guinea, please." After this I ceased to listen. The talk was all about Doe, and rather silly.
I wonder what use she'll make of them," when he saw Freedham's entry and opened a new conversation. "That's old Freedham's boy over there, isn't it?" he asked. "Shocking specimen." "Yes, he's a day-boy. You know his father, the doctor?" "Doctor be damned!" answered Chappy. "He's no more a doctor than a Quaker's a Christian. Old Freedham's surgery is a bally schism-shop.
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