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Seeing the book sticking out of his pocket she added that he ought to earn more. "An apprentice's wages are not meant to be enough to keep a wife on, as a rule, my dear." "Then you shouldn't have had one." "Come, Arabella! That's too bad, when you know how it came about." "I'll declare afore Heaven that I thought what I told you was true. Doctor Vilbert thought so.
He honestly performed his promise to the man of many cures, in whom he now sincerely believed, walking miles hither and thither among the surrounding hamlets as the Physician's agent in advance. On the evening appointed he stood motionless on the plateau, at the place where he had parted from Vilbert, and there awaited his approach.
The lanky form was that of Physician Vilbert, who had been called in by Arabella. "How is my patient at present?" asked the physician. "Oh bad very bad! Poor chap, he got excited, and do blaspeam terribly, since I let out some gossip by accident the more to my blame. But there you must excuse a man in suffering for what he says, and I hope God will forgive him." "Ah. I'll go up and see him. Mrs.
Vilbert went; but though Jude had hitherto taken the medicines of that skilful practitioner with the greatest indifference whenever poured down his throat by Arabella, he was now so brought to bay by events that he vented his opinion of Vilbert in the physician's face, and so forcibly, and with such striking epithets, that Vilbert soon scurried downstairs again. At the door he met Arabella, Mrs.
"I'm sure I don't wish to! ... Ah they are making for the art department. I should like to see some pictures myself. Suppose we go that way? Why, if all Wessex isn't here, I verily believe! There's Dr. Vilbert. Haven't seen him for years, and he's not looking a day older than when I used to know him. How do you do, Physician?
Arabella whispered to herself morosely, as she rejoined her companions, with whom she preserved a preoccupied silence. Anny meanwhile had jokingly remarked to Vilbert on Arabella's hankering interest in her first husband. "Now," said the physician to Arabella, apart; "do you want anything such as this, Mrs. Cartlett?
"Whenever you do, you say that Physician Vilbert is the only proprietor of those celebrated pills that infallibly cure all disorders of the alimentary system, as well as asthma and shortness of breath. Two and threepence a box specially licensed by the government stamp." "Can you get me the grammars if I promise to say it hereabout?" "I'll sell you mine with pleasure those I used as a student."
Vilbert was an itinerant quack-doctor, well known to the rustic population, and absolutely unknown to anybody else, as he, indeed, took care to be, to avoid inconvenient investigations. Cottagers formed his only patients, and his Wessex-wide repute was among them alone. His position was humbler and his field more obscure than those of the quacks with capital and an organized system of advertising.
One day she met the itinerant Vilbert. She, like all the cottagers thereabout, knew the quack well, and she began telling him of her experiences. Arabella had been gloomy, but before he left her she had grown brighter. That evening she kept an appointment with Jude, who seemed sad. "I am going away," he said to her. "I think I ought to go. I think it will be better both for you and for me.
Collegians of all sorts, in canoes with ladies, watching keenly for "our" boat, darted up and down. While she regarded the lively scene somebody touched Arabella in the ribs, and looking round she saw Vilbert. "That philtre is operating, you know!" he said with a leer. "Shame on 'ee to wreck a heart so!" "I shan't talk of love to-day." "Why not? It is a general holiday." She did not reply.
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