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"Do you wish to see the doctor, Lady Clifford?" She spoke ingratiatingly, with a hiss of badly fitting false teeth. "Yes, is he there?" The nurse disappeared and was presently replaced by Dr. Sartorius, who came inside and closed the door behind him. Acknowledging Esther's presence by the merest flicker of the eye, he bent his head and listened attentively to what the Frenchwoman told him.
Captain Sartorius, of His Majesty's ship 'Slaney', delivered to me last night, at eleven o'clock, your despatch of the 14th instant, acquainting me that Bonaparte had proposed to embark on board the ship you command, and that you had acceded thereto, with the intention of proceeding to Torbay, there to wait for further orders.
She made "good money," and she had always found it paid to dress well and carefully.... Of course, she would not be able to buy clothes on her salary from Dr. Sartorius but what did it matter, for six months or so? It was surely worth a sacrifice to remain in France. Besides, she had a little saved up. The doctor ... that rather odd, cold creature.
Sir Charles is my patient as much as his, and I'm jolly well going to look after him." She knew how hard it was going to be to face Sartorius after the recent scene she would even find it unpleasant to sit opposite him at table. Still, there was no help for it; she must simply cultivate a thick skin and not let anyone suspect there was anything amiss. At any rate, her conscience was clear.
Then we heard of this other man through Captain Holliday. You remember Arthur Holliday?" "Do I not?" Her nephew made a slight grimace. "Oh, I know you never cared for him, but this is quite apart from anything personal. You see, when Arthur was so terribly damaged from that last smash of his, he met this Dr. Sartorius out in Algeria.
"I'm hanging out here looking after things while Sartorius is away," he added, running his fingers over his unshaven chin. "Well, we won't interrupt your siesta any longer," Roger returned, moving towards the front door and drawing Esther with him. "Siesta! That's a good one. This is my first appearance to-day, old man. I say, if you hold on a minute, I'll shake you up a side-car.
When she reached her hotel the sallow clerk called to her as she passed his desk. "Oh, Mees, I have here a note for you. It has just arrived." She tore open the envelope. It contained two lines in a small, slovenly hand, on thick, engraved paper. "Dr. Sartorius will expect Nurse Rowe to-morrow, Wednesday, at nine in the morning." So that was that!
"What is it all about, Roger? Something dreadful has happened, I know it! I didn't dare leave the room after what you said." "Close the door and come outside. Sartorius has gone, so Esther is quite safe from him, but she's in a very nervous state and I don't want her to know this yet.... Brace up, Dido; you must try to take what I'm going to say quite calmly. Thérèse is dead. She died last night."
One would not have believed it possible that she could work herself up into such a rage over a trifling matter. Indeed, to Esther at least, the cause of Lady Clifford's fury seemed so inadequate that more than once she found herself turning it over in her mind with a growing sense of bewilderment. Both the old lady and Dr. Sartorius remained in ignorance of the regrettable happening.
About four P.M. Las Cases and Savory returned to the 'Bellerophon', where they had a long conversation with Captain Maitland, in the presence of Captains Sartorius and Gambler, who both declare that Maitland repeatedly warned Napoleon's adherents not to entertain the remotest idea that he was enabled to offer any pledge whatever to their Master beyond the simple assurance that he would convey him in safety to the English coast, there to await the determination of the British Government.
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