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The doctor saw that there was a reason for my silence, and that he would do well not to notice it. He changed the subject. "May I ask," he said, "if you have heard from the servants left in charge at your house in London?" "Has anything happened?" "Something has happened which they are evidently afraid to tell you, knowing the high opinion which you have of Mrs. Mozeen.
Mozeen entreated to be allowed to accompany me. I was reluctantly compelled to refuse compliance with this request, in justice to the claims of my lord's housekeeper; who had been accustomed to exercise undivided authority in the household, and who had made every preparation for my comfort. With her own hands, Mrs.
But the deadly sense of weakness, the slow sinking of the vital power in me, returned as the time drew near for the marriage. The ceremony was performed at night. Only Susan and her mother were present. No persons in the house but ourselves had the faintest suspicion of what had happened. It left everything that I possessed, excepting a legacy to Mrs. Mozeen, to my wife.
Mozeen packed everything that I required, including the medicines prescribed for the occasion. She was deeply affected, poor soul, when we parted. I bore the journey happily for me, it was a short one better than had been anticipated. For the first few days that followed, the purer air of the country seemed, in some degree, to revive me.
"You remember my telling you of the interest he took in your symptoms, and in the remedies I had employed? Well! Mr. Rothsay accounts for the incomprehensible recovery of your health by asserting that poison probably administered in small quantities, and intermitted at intervals in fear of discovery has been mixed with your medicine; and he asserts that the guilty person is Mrs. Mozeen."
It was impossible that I could openly express the indignation that I felt on hearing this. My position toward Rothsay forced me to restrain myself. "May I ask," the doctor continued, "if Mrs. Mozeen was aware that she had a legacy to expect at your death?" "Certainly." "Has she a brother who is one of the dispensers employed by your chemists?" "Yes."
If I remained indoors, and submitted to the necessary treatment, I might hope to keep my engagement with my uncle in ten days or a fortnight. There was no alternative but to submit. On the day when he was to leave London, my friend kindly came to keep me company for a while. He was followed into my room by Mrs. Mozeen, with a bottle of medicine in her hand.
Mozeen that I wanted witnesses to the signature of my will. Naturally enough being in the room at the time she asked if she could be one of them. I was obliged to say No; and not to mortify her, I gave the reason. "My will recognizes what I owe to your good services," I said. "If you are one of the witnesses, you will lose your legacy. Send up the men-servants." With her customary tact, Mrs.
'With anybody in particular? I asked, humoring the joke. 'Yes, sir, with the housekeeper. She's teaching him how to brush his hair, so as to show off his good looks to the best advantage. Make up your mind, my friend, to lose Mrs. Mozeen especially if she happens to have any money." "Nonsense, Rothsay! The poor woman is old enough to be Joseph's mother."
Mozeen had written on the day when she must have received my letter the letter which has already appeared in these pages. "Is there really nothing known of the poor woman's motives?" I asked. "There are two explanations suggested," the doctor informed me. "One of them, which is offered by your female servants, seems to me absurd. They declare that Mrs.
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