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Updated: June 13, 2025
Unless unforeseen complications arise, I can almost promise to keep her alive for another month I'm not afraid to call it six weeks!" "H'm Garford doesn't say so." "No; Dr. Garford argues from precedent." "And you?" Mr. Tredegar's thin lips were visited by the ghost of a smile. "Oh, I don't argue I just feel my way," said Wyant imperturbably. "And yet you don't hesitate to predict "
The surgeon's report the next day was more favourable, and every day won from death pointed now to a faint chance of recovery. Such at least was Wyant's view. Dr. Garford and the consulting surgeons had not yet declared themselves; but the young doctor, strung to the highest point of watchfulness, and constantly in attendance on the patient, was tending toward a hopeful prognosis.
Garford, the great surgeon, who had known her at Saint Elizabeth's, had evidently expected her to take command of the nurses he had brought from town; but there were enough without her, and there were other cares which, for the moment, she only could assume the despatching of messages to the scattered family, the incessant telephoning and telegraphing to town, the general guidance of the household swinging rudderless in the tide of disaster.
Wyant looked at her. "You mean of what's called recovery of deferring death indefinitely?" She nodded. "How can Garford tell or any one? We all know there have been cases where such injury to the cord has not caused death. This may be one of those cases; but the biggest man couldn't say now." Justine hid her eyes. "What a fate!" "Recovery? Yes.
Garford had declared to Justine, when, on the tenth day after the accident, the surgeons held their third consultation. Dr. Garford reserved his own judgment. He had seen cases they had all seen cases...but just at present the signs might point either way.... Meanwhile Wyant's confidence was an invaluable asset toward the patient's chances of recovery.
And it might still be that the injury to the spine was not grave though, here again, the fracturing of the fourth vertebra was ominous. The door opened and some one came from the inner room Wyant, in search of an instrument-case. Justine turned and they looked at each other. "It will be now?" "Yes. Dr. Garford asked if there was no one you could send for." "No one but Mr.
Garford in the chance of recovery that conviction seemed to her a mirage of Wyant's imagination, of his boyish ambition to achieve the impossible and every hopeful symptom pointed, in her mind, only to a longer period of useless suffering. Her hours at Bessy's side deepened her revolt against the energy spent in the fight with death.
Now, at any rate, he had his nerves so well under control, and had shown such a grasp of the case, and such marked executive capacity, that on the third day after the accident Dr. Garford, withdrawing his own assistant, had left him in control at Lynbrook.
"The next ten days will tell the fight is on, as Wyant says. And if any one can do it, that young fellow can. There's stuff in him and infernal ambition." "Yes: but do you believe she can live ?" Dr. Garford smiled indulgently on such unprofessional insistence; but she was past wondering what they must all think of her.
The heart keeps up wonderfully, but there is a little more oppression of the diaphragm." "Yes her breathing is harder. Last night she suffered horribly at times." "Oh she'll suffer," Wyant murmured. "Of course the hypodermics can be increased." "Just what did Dr. Garford say this morning?" "He is astonished at her strength." "But there's no hope? I don't know why I ask!" "Hope?"
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