CHAPTER XXIICOLONEL PRESTON'S RECOVERY
Four weeks afterward, we will introduce the reader into the bedchamberof Colonel Preston. His sickness has been severe. At times recoverywas doubtful, but Mrs. Burke has proved a careful and devoted nurse,intelligent and faithful enough to carry out the directions of thephysician.
"How do you feel this morning, Colonel Preston?" asked the doctor, whohad just entered the chamber.
"Better, doctor. I feel quite an appetite."
"You are looking better--decidedly better. The disease has spent itsforce, and retreated from the field."
"It is to you that the credit belongs, Dr. Townley."
"Only in part. The greater share belongs to your faithful nurse, Mrs.Burke."
"I shall not soon forget my obligations to her," said the sick man,significantly.
"Now, Colonel Preston," said Mrs. Burke, "you are making too much ofwhat little I have done."
"That is impossible, Mrs. Burke. It is to your good nursing and thedoctor's skill that I owe my life, and I hardly know to which themost."
"To the doctor, sir. I only followed out his directions."
"At the expense of your own health. You show the effects of yourlong-continued care."
"It won't take long to pick up," said Mrs. Burke, cheerfully.
"Is the danger of contagion over, doctor?" asked the patient.
"Quite so."
"Then, would it not be well to write to Mrs. Preston? Not that I meanto give up my good nurse just yet; that is, if she is willing tostay."
"I will stay as long as you need me, sir."
"That is well; but Mrs. Preston may wish to return, now that there'sno further danger."
"I will write to her at once."
"Thank you."
The following letter was dispatched to Mrs. Preston:
"MRS. PRESTON:-- "Dear Madam: It gives me great pleasure to inform you that your husband is so far recovered that there is no danger now of infection. You can return with safety, and he will, doubtless, be glad to see you. He has been very ill, indeed--in danger of his life; but, thanks to the devotion of Mrs. Burke, who has proved an admirable nurse, he is now on the high road to recovery. Yours respectfully, "John Townley."
"I think that will bring her," said the doctor.
But he reckoned without his host.
The next day he received the following letter, on scented paper:
"MY DEAR DOCTOR TOWNLEY: You cannot think how rejoiced I am to receive the tidings of my husband's convalescence. I have been so tortured with anxiety during the last four weeks! You cannot think how wretchedly anxious I have been. I could not have endured to stay away from his bedside but that my duty imperatively required it. I have lost flesh, and my anxiety has worn upon me. Now, how gladly will I resume my place at the bedside of my husband, restored by your skill. I am glad the nurse has proved faithful. It was a good chance for her, for she shall be liberally paid, and no doubt the money will be welcome. But don't you think it might be more prudent for me to defer my return until next week? It will be safer, I think, and I owe it to my boy to be very careful. You know, the contagion may still exist. It is hard for me to remain longer away, when I would fain fly to the bedside of Mr. Preston, but I feel that it is best. Say to him, with my love, that he may expect me next week. Accept my thanks for your attention to him. I shall never forget it; and believe me to be, my dear doctor, your obliged "Lucinda Preston."
Dr. Townley threw down this letter with deep disgust.
"Was ever any woman more disgustingly selfish?" he exclaimed. "Herhusband might have died, so far as she was concerned."
Of course, he had to show this letter to Colonel Preston.
The latter read it, with grave face, and the doctor thought he heard asigh.
"My wife is very prudent," he said, with a touch of bitterness in hisvoice.
"She will be here next week," said the doctor, having nothing else toanswer.
"I think she will run no risk then," said the sick man, cynically.
But Mrs. Preston did not return in a week. It was a full week and ahalf before she arrived at her own house.
The doctor was just coming out of the front door.
"How is my husband?" she asked.
"Not far from well. He is still weak, of course."
"And are you sure," she said, anxiously, "that there is no danger ofinfection?"
"Not the slightest, madam," said Dr. Townley, coldly.
"I am so glad I can see him once more. You cannot imagine," sheexclaimed, clasping her hands, "how much I have suffered in mysuspense!"
The doctor remained cool and unmoved. He didn't feel that he couldrespond fittingly, being absolutely incredulous.
Mrs. Preston saw it, and was nettled. She knew that she was ahypocrite, but did not like to have the doctor, by his silence, implyhis own conviction of it.
"Mine has been a hard position," she continued.
"Your husband has not had an easy time," said the doctor,significantly.
"But he has had good care--Mrs. Burke was a good nurse?"
"Admirable."
"She must be paid well."
"I offered her ten dollars a week."
"Humph!" said Mrs. Preston, doubtfully, in whose eyes five dollarswould have been liberal compensation. "It has been a good chance forher."
"It is far from adequate," said the doctor, disgusted. "Money cannotpay for such service as hers, not to speak of the risk she ran, forcases have been known of persons being twice attacked by the disease."
"You don't think my husband will have a relapse?" asked Mrs. Preston,with fresh alarm.
"Not if he has the same care for a short time longer."
"He shall have it. She must stay. Of course her duties are lighternow, and six dollars a week for the remainder of the time will beenough--don't you think so?"
"No, I don't," said the doctor, bluntly; "and, moreover, I am quitesure your husband will not consent to reducing the wages of one whosefaithful care has saved his life."
"Oh, well, you know best," said Mrs. Preston, slowly. "I am quitewilling that she should be well paid."
Mrs. Preston went upstairs, and entered her husband's chamber.
"Oh, my dear husband!" she exclaimed, theatrically, hurrying acrossthe room, with affected emotion. "I am so glad to find you so muchbetter!"
"I am glad to see you back, Lucinda," said Colonel Preston; but hespoke coldly, and without the slightest affectation of sentimentaljoy. "I have passed through a good deal since you left me."
"And so have I!" exclaimed his wife. "Oh, how my heart has been rentwith anxiety, as I thought of you lying sick, while duty kept me fromyour side."
"Is Godfrey well?" asked her husband, taking no notice of her lastspeech.
"Yes, poor boy! He sends his love, and is so anxious to see you."
"Let him come next Friday afternoon," said the sick man, who doubtedthis statement, yet wanted to believe it true.
"He shall. I will write to him at once."
So Mrs. Preston resumed her place in the house; but from that timethere was a something she could not understand in her husband'smanner. He was graver than formerly, and sometimes she saw himwatching her intently, and, after a little, turn away, with a sigh.
He had found her out in all her intense selfishness and want offeeling, and he could never again regard her as formerly, even thoughshe tried hard at times, by a show of affection, to cover up herheartless neglect.
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