Clump, will I desert the post of duty.Others may bring that grey head with sorrow to the bed of sickness (here Mrs.Bute, waving her hand, pointed to one of old Miss Crawley's coffee-coloured fronts, which was perched on a stand in the dressing-room), but I will never quit it.
Ah, Mr.Clump! I fear, I know, that the couch needs spiritual as well as medical consolation.""What I was going to observe, my dear Madam,"--here the resolute Clump once more interposed with a bland air--"what I was going to observe when you gave utterance to sentiments which do you so much honour, was that I think you alarm yourself needlessly about our kind friend, and sacrifice your own health too prodigally in her favour.""I would lay down my life for my duty, or for any member of my husband's family," Mrs.Bute interposed.
"Yes, Madam, if need were; but we don't want Mrs Bute Crawley to be a martyr," Clump said gallantly."Dr Squills and myself have both considered Miss Crawley's case with every anxiety and care, as you may suppose.We see her low-spirited and nervous; family events have agitated her.""Her nephew will come to perdition," Mrs.Crawley cried.
"Have agitated her: and you arrived like a guardian angel, my dear Madam, a positive guardian angel, Iassure you, to soothe her under the pressure of calamity.
But Dr.Squills and I were thinking that our amiable friend is not in such a state as renders confinement to her bed necessary.She is depressed, but this confinement perhaps adds to her depression.She should have change, fresh air, gaiety; the most delightful remedies in the pharmacopoeia," Mr.Clump said, grinning and showing his handsome teeth."Persuade her to rise, dear Madam;drag her from her couch and her low spirits; insist upon her taking little drives.They will restore the roses too to your cheeks, if I may so speak to Mrs.Bute Crawley.""The sight of her horrid nephew casually in the Park, where I am told the wretch drives with the brazen partner of his crimes," Mrs.Bute said (letting the cat of selfishness out of the bag of secrecy), "would cause her such a shock, that we should have to bring her back to bed again.She must not go out, Mr.Clump.She shall not go out as long as I remain to watch over her; And as for my health, what matters it? I give it cheerfully, sir.I sacrifice it at the altar of my duty.""Upon my word, Madam," Mr.Clump now said bluntly, "I won't answer for her life if she remains locked up in that dark room.She is so nervous that we may lose her any day; and if you wish Captain Crawley to be her heir, I warn you frankly, Madam, that you are doing your very best to serve him.""Gracious mercy! is her life in danger?" Mrs.Bute cried."Why, why, Mr.Clump, did you not inform me sooner?"The night before, Mr.Clump and Dr.Squills had had a consultation (over a bottle of wine at the house of Sir Lapin Warren, whose lady was about to present him with a thirteenth blessing), regarding Miss Crawley and her case.
"What a little harpy that woman from Hampshire is, Clump," Squills remarked, "that has seized upon old Tilly Crawley.Devilish good Madeira.""What a fool Rawdon Crawley has been," Clump replied, "to go and marry a governess! There was something about the girl, too.""Green eyes, fair skin, pretty figure, famous frontal development," Squills remarked."There is something about her; and Crawley was a fool, Squills.""A d-- fool--always was," the apothecary replied.
"Of course the old girl will fling him over," said the physician, and after a pause added, "She'll cut up well, Isuppose."
