the news which she had learned from doctor joyce, and had in her brief pencil-note communicated to her husband, was horribly annoying to lady muriel kilsyth. to have her party broken up--and there was no doubt that, as soon as the actual condition of affairs was known, many would at once take to flight--was bad enough; but to have an infectious disorder in the house, and to be necessarily compelled to keep up a semblance of sympathy with the patient labouring under that disorder, even if she were not required to visit and tend her, was to lady muriel specially galling; more specially galling as she happened not to possess the smallest affection for the individual in question, indeed to regard her rather with dislike than otherwise. when lady muriel inchgarvie married kilsyth of kilsyth,--the inchgarvie estates being heavily involved, and her brother the earl, who had recently succeeded to the title, strongly counselling the match,--she agreed to love, honour, and obey the doughty chieftain whom she espoused; but she by no means undertook any responsibilities with regard to the two children by his former marriage. the elder of these, ronald, was just leaving eton when his stepmother appeared upon the scene; and as he had since been at once gazetted to the life-guards, and but rarely showed in his father's house, he had caused lady muriel very little anxiety. but it was a very different affair with madeleine. she had the disadvantage of being perpetually en évidence; of being very pretty; of causing blundering new acquaintances to say, "impossible, lady muriel, that this can be your daughter!" of riling her stepmother in every possible way--notably by her perfect high-breeding, her calm quiet ignoring of intended slights, her determinate persistence in keeping up the proper relations with her father, and her invariable politeness--nothing but politeness--to her stepmother. one is necessarily cautious of using strong terms in these days of persistent repression of all emotions; but it is scarcely too much to say that lady muriel hated her stepdaughter very cordially. they were too nearly of an age for the girl to look up to the matron, or for the matron to feel a maternal interest in the girl. they were too nearly of an age for the elder not to feel jealous of the younger--of her personal attractions, and of the influence which she undoubtedly exercised over her father. not that lady muriel either laid herself out for attraction, or was so devotedly attached to her husband as to desire the monopoly of his affection. by nature she was hard, cold, self-contained, and very proud. portionless as she had been, and desirable as it was that she should marry a rich man, she had refused several offers from men more coeval with her than the husband she at last accepted, simply because they were made by men who were wealthy, and nothing else. either birth or talent would, in conjunction with wealth, have won her; but mr. burton, the great pale-ale brewer, and sir coke only, the great railway carrier, proffered their suits in vain, and retired in the deepest confusion after lady muriel's very ladylike, but thoroughly unmistakable, rejection of their offers. she married kilsyth because he was a man of ancient family, large income, warm heart, and good repute. at no period, either immediately before or after her marriage, had she professed herself to be what is called "in love" with the worthy scottish gentleman. she respected, humoured, and ruled him. but not for one instant did she forget her duty, or give a chance for scandalmongers to babble of her name over their five-o'clock tea. no woman married to a man considerably her senior need be at any loss for what, as byron tells us, used to be called a cicisbeo, and was in his time called a cortejo, if she be the least attractive. and lady muriel kilsyth was considerably more than that. she had a perfectly-formed, classical little head, round which her dark hair was always lightly bound, culminating in a thick knot behind, large deep liquid brown eyes, an impertinent retroussé nose, a pretty mouth, an excellent complexion, and a ripe melting figure. you might have searched the drawing-rooms of london through and through without finding a woman better calculated to fascinate every body save the youngest boys, and there were many even of them who would gladly have boasted of a kind look or word from lady muriel. when her marriage was announced, they discussed it at the clubs, as they will discuss such things, the dear genial old prosers, the bibulous captains, the lip-smacking bardolphs of st. james'-street; and they prophesied all kinds of unhappiness and woe to kilsyth. but that topic of conversation had long since died out for want of fuel to feed it. lady muriel had visited london during the season; had gone every where; had been reported as perfectly adoring her two little children; and had no man's name invidiously coupled with hers. peace reigned at kilsyth, and the intimates of the house vied with each other in attention and courtesy to its new mistress; while the gossips of the outside world had never a word to say against her. i don't say that lady muriel kilsyth was thoroughly happy, any more than that kilsyth himself was in that beatific state; because i simply don't believe that such a state of things is compatible with the ordinary conditions of human life. it is not because the old stories of our none of us being better than we should be, of our all having some skeleton in our cupboards, and some ulcerated sores beneath our flannel waistcoats, have been so much harped upon, that i am going to throw my little pebble on the great cairn, and add my testimony to the doctrine of vanitas vanitatum. it would be very strange indeed, if, as life is nowadays constituted, we had not our skeleton, and a time when we could confront him; when we could calmly untwist the button on the door and let him out, and pat his skull, and look at his articulated ribs, and notice how deftly his wire-hooked thigh-bones jointed on to the rest of his carcass; and see whether there were no means of ridding ourselves of him,--say by flinging him out of window, when the police would find him, or of stowing him away in the dust-bin, when he would be noticed by the contractor; and of finally putting him back, and acknowledging ourselves compelled to suffer him even unto the end. i do not say that in the broad-shouldered, kind-hearted, jovial sportsman lady muriel had found exactly what she dreamed upon when, in the terraced garden at inchgarvie, she used to read walter scott, and, looking over the flashing stream that wound through her father's domain, fancy herself the lady of the lake, and await the arrival of fitzjames. i do not say that kilsyth himself might not, in the few moments of his daily life which he ever spared to reflection, and which were generally when he was shaving himself in the morning,--i do not say that kilsyth himself might not have occasionally thought that his elegant and stately wife might have been a little kinder to madeleine, a little more recognisant of the girl's charms, a little more thoughtful of her wants, and a little more tender towards her girlish vagaries. but neither of them, however they may have thought the other suspected them, ever spoke of their secret thoughts; and to the outer world there was no more well-assorted couple than the kilsyths. it was a great thing for the comfort of the entire party that lady muriel was a woman of nerve, and that kilsyth took his cue from her, backed up by the fact that it was his darling madeleine who was ill, and that any inconvenience that might accrue to any of the party in consequence of her illness would be set down to her account. lady muriel gave a good general answer, delivered with a glance round the table, and was inclusive of every body, so as to prevent any further questioning. dr. joyce had said that madeleine was not so well that night; but that was to be expected; her cold was very bad, she was slightly feverish: any one--and lady muriel turned deftly to the duchess of northallerton--who knew any thing, would have expected that, would they not? the duchess, who knew nothing, but who didn't like to say so, declared that of course they would; and then lady muriel, feeling it necessary that conversation should be balked, turned to sir duncan forbes, and began to ask him questions as to his doings since the end of the season. forbes replied briskly,--there was no better man in london to follow a lead, whether in talk or at cards,--and so turned the talk that most of those present were immediately interested. the names which duncan forbes mentioned were known to all present; all were interested in their movements; all had something to say about them; so that the conversation speedily became general, and so remained until the ladies quitted the table. when they had retired, kilsyth ordered in the tumblers; and it was nearly eleven o'clock before the gentlemen appeared in the drawing-room. then lady fairfax, with one single wave of her fan, beckoned charley jefferson into an empty seat on the ottoman by her side,--a seat which little lord towcester, immediately on entering the door, had surveyed with vinous eyes,--and, while one of the anonymous young ladies was playing endless variations on the "harmonious blacksmith," commenced and continued a most vivid one-sided, conversation, to all of which the infatuated colonel only replied by shrugs of his shoulders, and tugs at his heavy moustache. then the duchess pursued the duke into a corner; and rescuing from him the morning post, which his grace had pounced upon on entering the room with the hope of further identifying mr. bright with judas iscariot, began addressing him in a low monotone, like the moaning of the sea; now rising into a little hum, now falling into a long sweeping hiss, but in each variety evidently confounding the duke, who pulled at his cravat and rubbed his right ear in the height of nervous dubiety. in the behaviour of the other guests there was nothing pronounced, save occasional and unwonted restlessness. the danish minister and his wife played their usual game at backgammon; and the customary talk, music, and flirtation were carried on by the remainder of the company; but lady muriel knew that some suspicion of the actual truth had leaked out, and determined on her plan of action.
so that night, when the men had gone to the smoking-room, and the ladies were some of them talking in each other's bedrooms, and others digesting and thinking over, as is the feminine manner, under the influence of hair-brush, the events of the day; when kilsyth had made a tip-toe visit to his darling's chamber, and had shaken his head sadly over a whispered statement from her little german maid that she was "bien malade," and had returned to his room and dismissed his man, and was kicking nervously at the logs on the hearth, and mixing his "tumbler preparatory to taking his narcotic instalment of blackwood,--he heard a tap at his door, and lady muriel, in a most becoming dressing-gown of rose-coloured flannel, entered the room. the tumbler was put down, the blackwood was thrown, aside, and in a minute kilsyth had wheeled an easy-chair round to the hearth, and handed his wife to it.
"you're tired, alick, i know, and i wouldn't have disturbed you now had there not been sufficient reason--"
"madeleine's not worse, muriel? i was there this minute, and gretchen said that--"
"o no, she's no worse! i was in her room too just now,--though i think it is a little absurd my going,--and there does not seem to be much change in her since i saw her, just before dinner. she is asleep just now."
"thank god for that!" said kilsyth heartily. "after all, it may be a fright this doctor is giving us. i don't think so very much of his opinion and--"
"i could not say that. joyce is very highly thought of at glasgow, and was selected from among all the competitors to take charge of this district, and that, in these days of competition, is no ordinary distinction. and it is on this very point i came to speak to you. you got my pencil-note at dinner? very well. just now you contented yourself with asking a question of gretchen--"
"she said madeleine was asleep, and would not let me into the room."
"and quite rightly; but i went in to the bedside. madeleine is asleep certainly; but her sleep is restless, broken, and decidedly feverish. there is not the smallest doubt that dr. joyce is right in his opinion, and that she is attacked with scarlet-fever."
"you think so, muriel?" said kilsyth anxiously. "i mean not blindly following joyce's opinion; but do you think so yourself?"
"i do; and not i alone, but half the house thinks so too. how do they know it? heaven knows how these things ever get known, but they get wind somehow; and you will see that by to-morrow there will be a general flight. it is on this point that i have come to speak to you, if you will give me five minutes."
"of course, muriel; of course, my lady. but i think i've done the best that could be done; at all events, the first thing that occurred to me after you wrote me that note. duncan forbes had been saying in the drawing-room before dinner, before you came in, that the great london fever-physician, dr. wilmot, was staying at burnside, away from here about fifty miles, with old sir saville rowe, whom i recollect when i was a boy. duncan had left him this morning, and he was going to stay at burnside just a day or two longer; and i sent one of the men with a telegram to the station, to ask dr. wilmot to come over at once, and see maddy."
lady muriel was so astonished at this evidence of prompt action on her husband's part that she remained silent for a minute. then she said,
"that was quite right, quite right so far as madeleine was concerned; but my visit related rather to other people. you see, so soon as it is actually known that there is an infectious disorder in the house, the house will be deserted. now my question is this: will it not be better to announce it to our guests, making the best and the lightest of it, as of course one naturally would, rather than let them--"
"ye-es, i see what you mean, my lady," said kilsyth slowly; "and of course it would not do to keep people here under false pretences, and when we knew there was actual danger. still i think as this story of scarlet-fever is only joyce's opinion, and as i have telegraphed for dr. wilmot, who will be here to-morrow; and as it seems strange, you know, to think that poor darling maddy should be the cause of any one's leaving kilsyth, perhaps, eh? one might put off making the announcement until joyce's opinion were corroborated by dr. wilmot."
"i am afraid the mischief is already done, alick, and that its results will be apparent long before dr. wilmot can reach here," said lady muriel. "however, let us sleep upon it. i am sure to hear whether the news has spread in the house long before breakfast, and we can consult again." and lady muriel took leave of her husband, and retired to her room.
trust a woman for observation. lady muriel was perfectly right. the nods and shoulder-shrugs and whisperings which she had observed in the drawing-room had already borne fruit. on her return to her own room she saw a little note lying on her table--a little note which, as she learned from pinner, her attendant, had just been brought by lady fairfax's maid. it ran thus:
"dearest lady muriel,--a frightful attack of neuralgia (my neuralgia)--which, as you know, is so awful--has been hanging over me for the last three days, and now has come upon me in its fullest force. i am quite out of my mind with it. i have striven--o, how i have striven!--to keep up and try to forget it, when surrounded by your pleasant circle, and when looking at your dear self. but it is all in vain. i am in agonies. the torture of the rack itself can be nothing to what i am suffering tonight.
"poor dear sir benjamin brodie used to say that i should never be well in a northern climate. i fear he was right. i fear that the air of this darling kilsyth, earthly paradise though it is--and i am sure that i have found it so during three weeks of bliss; o, such happiness!--is too bracing, too invigorating for poor me. but i should loathe myself if i were to make this an open confession. so i will steal away, dearest lady muriel, without making any formal adieux. when all your dear friends assemble at breakfast to-morrow, i shall be on my sorrowing way south, and only regret that my wretched health prevents me longer remaining where i have been so entirely happy.
"with kindest regards to your dear husband, i am, dearest lady muriel, ever your loving
";emily fairfax.
"p.s.--i have told my maid to beg some of your people to get me horses from the kilsyth arms; so that i shall speed away early in the morning without disturbing any one. i hope dear madeleine will soon be quite herself again."
lady muriel read this letter through twice with great calmness, though a very scornful smile curled her lip during its perusal. she then twisted the note up into a wisp, and was about to burn it in the flame of the candle, when she heard a short solemn tap at her chamber-door. she turned round, bade pinner open the door, and looked with more displeasure than astonishment at the duchess of northallerton, who appeared in the entrance. the duchess had the credit in society of being a "haughty-looking woman." her stronghold in life, beyond the fact of her being a duchess, had been in her roman nose and arched eyebrows. but, somehow, haughty looks become wonderfully modified in déshabillé, and roman noses and arched eyebrows lose a good deal of their potency when taken in conjunction with two tight little curls twisted up in hairpins, and a headdress which, however much fluted and gauffered, is unmistakably a nightcap. the duchess's nocturnal adornments were unmistakably of this homely character, and her white wrapper was of a hue, which, if she had not been a duchess, would have been pronounced dingy. but her step was undoubtedly tragic, and the expression of her face solemn to a degree. lady muriel received her with uplifted eyebrows, and motioned her to a chair. the duchess dropped stiffly into the appointed haven of rest; but arched her eyebrows at pinner with great significance.
"you can go, pinner. i shall not require you any more," said lady muriel; adding, "i presume that was what you wished, duchess?" as the maid left the room.
"precisely, dear muriel; but you always were so wonderfully ready to interpret one's thoughts. i remember your dear mother used to say--but i won't worry you with my stories. i came to speak to you about dear madeleine."
"ye-es," said lady muriel quietly, finding the duchess paused.
"well, now, she's worse than any of them suspect. ah, i can see it by your face. and i know what is the matter with her. don't start; i won't even ask you; i won't let you commit yourself in any way; but i know that it's measles."
lady muriel kept her countenance admirably while the duchess proceeded. "i know it by a sort of instinct. when madeleine first complained of her head, i looked narrowly at her, and i said to myself, 'measles! undoubtedly measles!' now, you know, muriel, though there is nothing dangerous in measles to a young person like madeleine,--and she will shake them off easily, and be all the better afterwards,--they are very dangerous when taken by a person of mature age. and the fact is, the duke has never had them--never. when errington was laid up with them, i recollect the duke wouldn't remain in the house, but went off to the star and garter, and stayed there until all trace of the infection was gone. and he's horribly afraid of them. you know what cowards men are in such matters; and he said just now he thought there was a rash on his neck. such nonsense! only where his collar had rubbed him, as i told him. but he's dreadfully frightened; and he has suggested that instead of waiting till the end of the week, as we had intended, we had better go to-morrow."
"i think that perhaps under all circumstances it would be the best course," said lady muriel, quite calmly.
"i knew your good sense would see it in the right light, my dear muriel," said the duchess, who had been nervously anticipating quite a different answer, and who was overjoyed. "i was perfectly certain of your coincidence in our plan. now, of course, we shall not say a word as to the real reason of our departure--the duke, i know, would not have that for the world. we shall not mention it at redlands either; merely say we--o, i shall find some good excuse, for mrs. murgatroyd is a chattering little woman, as you know, muriel. and now i won't keep you up any longer, dear. you'll kindly tell some one to get us horses to be ready by--say twelve to-morrow. stay to luncheon? no, dear. i think we had better go before luncheon. the duke, you see, is so absurd about his ridiculous rash. goodnight, dear." and the duchess stalked off to tell the duke, who was not the least frightened, and whose rash was entirely fictitious, how well she had sped on her mission.
lady muriel accurately obeyed the requests made to her in lady fairfax's letter, and verbally by the duchess; and each of them found their horses ready at the appointed time. lady emily departed mysteriously before breakfast; but as the duchess's horses were not ordered till twelve, and as the post came in at eleven, her grace had time to receive a letter from mrs. murgatroyd, of redlands, whither they were next bound, requesting them to postpone their arrival for a day or two, as a german prince, who had by accident shot a stag, had been so elated by the feat, that he had implored to be allowed to stay on, with the chance of repeating it; and as he occupied the rooms intended for the duke and duchess, it was impossible to receive them until he left. after reading this letter, the duchess went to lady muriel, and expressed her opinion that she had been too precipitate; that, after all, nothing positive had been pronounced; that there were no symptoms of the duke's rash that morning, which had been undoubtedly caused, as she had said last night, by his collar, and which was no rash at all; and that perhaps, after all, their real duty was to stay and help their dear muriel to nurse her dear invalid. but they had miscalculated the possibility of deceiving their dear muriel. lady muriel at once replied that it was impossible that they could remain at kilsyth; that immediately on the duchess's quitting her on the previous night she had made arrangements as to the future disposition of the rooms which they occupied; that she would not for the world take upon herself the responsibility which would necessarily accrue to her if any of them caught the disease; and that she knew the duchess's own feelings would tell her that she, lady muriel, however ungracious it might seem, was in the right in advising their immediate departure. the duchess tried to argue the point, but in vain; and so she and the duke, and their servants and baggage, departed, and passed the next three days at a third-rate roadside inn between kilsyth and redlands, where the duke got lumbago, and the duchess got bored; and where they passed their time alternately wishing that they had not left kilsyth, or that the people at redlands were ready to receive them.
very little difference was made by the other guests at kilsyth in the disposition of their day. if they were surprised at the sudden defection of the northallertons and lady fairfax, they were too well-bred to show it. charley jefferson mooned about the house and grounds, a thought more disconsolate than ever; but he was the only member of the party who at all bemoaned the departure of the departed. lady dunkeld congratulated her cousin muriel on being rid of "those awful wet blankets," the northallertons. captain severn, in whispered colloquy with his wife, "hoped to heaven charley jefferson would see what a stuck-up selfish brute that emily fairfax was." lord roderick douglas and mr. pitcairn went out for their stalk; and all the rest of the company betook themselves to their usual occupations.
"where's her ladyship?"
"in the boudoir, sir, waiting for the doctor."
"what doctor? dr. joyce?"
"and the strange gentleman, sir. they're both together in miss madeleine's room."
"ah, muriel! so dr. wilmot has arrived?"
"yes, and gone off straight with joyce to madeleine. you see i was right in recommending you to go out as usual. your fine london physician never asked for you, never mentioned your name."
"well, perhaps you were right. i should have worried myself into a fever here; not that i've done any good out--missed every shot. what's he like?"
"he! who? dr. wilmot? i had scarcely an opportunity of observing, but i should say brusque and self-sufficient. he and joyce went off at once. i thanked him for coming, and welcomed him in your name and my own; but he did not seem much impressed."
"full of his case, no doubt; these men never think of anything but--ah, here he is!--dr. wilmot, a thousand thanks for this prompt reply to my hasty summons. seeing the urgency, you'll forgive the apparent freedom of my telegraphing to you."
"my dear sir," said wilmot, "i am only too happy to be here; not that, if you could have engrossed the attention of this gentleman, there would have been any necessity for the summons. dr. joyce has done every thing that could possibly be done for miss kilsyth up to this point."
"a laudato viro laudari," murmured
dr. joyce. "but, fortunately or unfortunately, as i learn from him, a district of thirty miles in circumference looks to him for its health. now i am, for the next few days at least, a free man, and at liberty to devote myself to miss kilsyth."
"and you will do so?"
"with the very greatest pleasure. in two words let me corroborate the opinion already given. i understand by my friend here miss kilsyth has an attack, more or less serious, of scarlet-fever. she must be kept completely isolated from every one, and must be watched with unremitting attention. dr. joyce will send to aberdeen for a skilled nurse, upon whom he can depend; until her arrival i will take up my position in the sick-room."
"ten thousand thanks; but--is there any danger?"
"so far all is progressing favourably. we must look to providence and our own unremitting attention for the result."
"i'm so hot and so thirsty, and these pillows are so uncomfortable! thanks! ah, is that you, dr. wilmot? i was afraid you had gone. you won't leave me--at least not just yet--will you?"
"not i, my dear. there--that's better, isn't it? the pillow is cooler, and the lemonade--"
"ah, so many thanks! i'm very weak tonight; but your voice is so kind, and your manner, and--"
"there; now try and sleep.--good heavens, how lovely she is! what a mass of golden hair falling over her pillow, and what a soft, innocent, childish manner! and to think that only this morning i--ah, you must never hear the details of this case, my dear old master. when i get back to town i will tell you the result: but the details--never.".
