CHAPTER TWO.
DOCTOR INSTOW'S PRESCRIPTION.
"How are you?" he cried, rather boisterously, to Sir John, shaking handswarmly. "Well! no need to ask. And how are you, my AdmirableCrichton?" he said, turning to Jack to continue the hand-shaking."Well, no need to ask here either."
"No; I'm quite well, Doctor Instow."
"What! didn't they teach you to tell the truth at Daneborough, JackMeadows?"
"Yes, of course," said the lad sharply.
"Then why don't you tell it?" said the doctor.
"There, Jack, you see," said Sir John quickly.
"What! has he been saying that he is quite well?" cried the doctor.
"Yes; he persists in it, when--"
"Any one can see with half an eye that he is completely out of order."
"You hear, Jack?"
"Yes, father, I hear," said the boy; "but really I am quite, quitewell."
"`Quite, quite well,'" said the doctor, laughing merrily, as he sankback in his chair. "Never felt better in your life, eh, Jack? Haven'tbeen so well since I doctored you for measles, ten years ago, when I wasa young man, just come to Fernleigh, eh?"
"I do not see anything to laugh at, Doctor Instow," said the ladgravely.
"No? Well, I do, my dear boy--at the way in which you tell your anxiousfather and his old friend that there is nothing the matter with you,when the nature in you is literally shouting to every one who sees you,`See how ill I am.'"
"Doctor Instow, what nonsense!" cried the lad.
"Indeed? Why, not ten minutes ago, as I drove towards the Hall, I metthe Rector, and what do you think he said?"
"I don't know," said Jack, fidgeting in his chair.
"Then I'll tell you, my lad. `Going to see young Jack?' he said. `Idon't know, but I expect so,' says your humble servant. `Well, I hopeyou are, for I've felt quite concerned about his looks.'"
"But I can't help looking pale and delicate," cried Jack hurriedly."Plenty of other boys do."
"Of course they do; but in your case you can help it."
"But how?" said Jack fretfully.
"I'll tell you directly," said the doctor. "Look here, Meadows, am I tospeak out straight?"
"I beg that you will," said Sir John quickly. "I have sent for youbecause I cannot go on like this. No disrespect to you, my dear Instow,but I was thinking seriously of taking him up to some great specialistin town."
"I'm very glad to hear you say so," cried the doctor. "If you had not,before many days were over I should have sounded the alarm myself."
"Indeed!" cried Sir John.
"Yes; I should have presumed on our old intimacy, and told you what Ithought, and that it was time something was done. We'll take him up toDoctor Lorimer, or Sir Humphrey Dean, or one of the other medicalbig-wigs. You sent for me, then, to give you my opinion. Here it isstraight. It is the right thing to do, and before you start, I'll writedown my idea of the proper course of treatment, and I guarantee thateither of the fashionable physicians will prescribe the same remedies."
"Then," said Sir John eagerly, "you think you can see what is the matterwith him?"
"Think? I'm sure, sir."
"I am glad of it, for I had decided not to take him up to a physician."
"Thank you, father," said Jack, giving him a grateful look. "Therereally is no need."
"Because," continued Sir John firmly, "I thought the matter over,"--andhe talked at his son--"and I said to myself that it is impossible that aLondon doctor can in a visit or two understand the case half so well asthe medical man who has known and attended him from a child."
"Thank you, Meadows," said the doctor warmly. "I thank you for yourconfidence. I do not want to boast of my knowledge, but, as I saidbefore, I am perfectly sure of what is the matter with Jack here."
"Yes? What is it?--or no, I ought not to ask you that," said thefather, with a hasty glance at his son.
"Oh yes, you ought. Why not? In this case it is quite right that heshould know. I am going to convince him that he is in a very bad way."
"You think so?" cried Sir John, leaning forward anxiously.
"Yes, sir, a very bad way, though the conceited young rascal is laughingin his sleeve and mentally calling me a pretender."
"Indeed, no, Doctor Instow," cried Jack indignantly.
"What? Why you are saying to yourself all the time that you know betterthan I."
"I only felt that I was right and you were wrong, doctor," said the ladfrankly.
"Same thing, my boy," cried the doctor, smiling. "Not the first timetwo people have been of different opinions, and we shan't quarrel, Jack.Know one another too well."
"Yes, yes," said Sir John impatiently. "But you said you thought he wasin a bad way."
"I said I was sure."
"Yes, yes; then what is to be done? We must get him out of the badway."
"The right treatment to a T," said the doctor.
"Then be frank, Instow," said Sir John; "what is the matter?"
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fight again, but it has been fostered too much. Dad here, in his prideof your attainments, has allowed you to go too far. He has thought itwas a natural weakness and tendency to bad health which kept you fromtaking to outdoor life more, but neither he nor I had the least ideathat you carried it to such an extent, and it did not show so much tillyou came home after this last half."
"No, not till now, my boy," said Sir John.
"The result of the grinding of the past four years is just coming outwith a rush," continued the doctor, "and if you went back to the schoolyou would break down by the next holidays."
"If I went back?" cried the boy. "If? Oh, I must go back. I amexpected to take some of the principal prizes next year."
"And lose the greatest prize that can be gained by a young man, my lad--health."
"Hah!" sighed Sir John; "he is quite right, Jack, I am afraid."
"Right as right, my boy. Here in four years you have done the work ofabout eight. It's very grand, no doubt, but it won't do."
"But what is to be done?" cried Sir John.
"Let the brain run fallow for the other four years, and give the body achance," said the doctor bluntly.
"What! do nothing for four years?" cried the lad indignantly.
"Who said do nothing?" said the doctor testily.
"Do something else. Rest your brain with change, and give your body afair chance of recovering its tone."
"Yes, Jack, my boy; he is quite right," cried Sir John.
"But, father, I should be wretched."
"How do you know?" said the doctor. "You have tried nothing else butbooks. There is something else in the world besides books, my lad. Askyour father if there is not. What's that about sermons in insects andrunning stones in the brooks, Meadows? I never can recollectquotations. Don't you imagine, my conceited young scholiast, that thereis nothing to be seen or studied that does not exist in books. But I'mgrowing hoarse with talking and telling you the simple truth."
"Yes, Jack, my boy, it is the simple truth," said Sir John. "I wassaying something of the kind to you, as you know, when Doctor Instowcame; but all the time I was sure that you were ill--and you are."
"Oh yes, he's ill, and getting worse. Any one can see that."
"But I do not feel ill, father."
"Don't feel languid, I suppose?" said the doctor.
"Well, yes, I do often feel languid," said Jack, "when the weather is--"
"Bother the weather!" roared the doctor. "What business has a boy likeyou to know anything about the weather? Your father and I at your agewould have played football, or cricket, or gone fishing in any weather--eh, Meadows?"
"Yes, in any weather," said Sir John, smiling. "A British boy knowinganything about the weather! Bosh! Do you think any of our old heroesever bothered their brains about the weather when they wanted to dosomething? Look here!
another word or two. You always go to sleep ofcourse directly you lay your head on the pillow, and want another snoozewhen it's time to get up, eh?"
"No," said the lad sadly, "I often lie awake a long time thinking."
"Thinking!" cried the doctor in tones of disgust. "The idea of ahealthy boy thinking when he goes to bed! It's monstrous. Anoverstrained brain, my lad. You are thoroughly out of order, my boy,and it was quite time that you were pulled up short. Frankly, you'vebeen over-crammed with food to nourish the brain, while the body hasbeen starved."
"And now, my boy, we're going to turn over a new leaf, and make a freshstart. Come, doctor, you will prescribe for him at once."
"What! jalap and senna, and _Pil. Hydrargerum_, and that sort of stuff,to make him pull wry faces?"
"I do not profess to understand much of such matters; but I shouldpresume that you would give him tonics. What will you give him totake--bark?"
"No: something to make him bite."
"Well, what?"
"Nothing!"
"Nothing?"
"Ah, you are like the rest of the clever people, Meadows. You think adoctor is of no good unless he gives you pills and draughts. But don'tbe alarmed, Jack, boy. I am not going to give you either."
"What then?"
"Nothing, I tell you. Yes, I am; fresh air--fresh water."
"Yes; and then?"
"More fresh air, and more fresh water. Look here, Meadows; food is thebest medicine for his case--good, wholesome food, and plenty of it assoon as he can digest. I want to hear him say, `What's for dinnerto-day?' That's a fine sign of a boy being in good health."
"Well, Jack, what do you say to all this?" said Sir John.
"I don't know what to say, father," replied the lad. "I did not know Iwas unwell."
"I suppose not," interposed the doctor. "But you are, and the worst ofit is that you will get worse."
"Then give your instructions," said Sir John, "and we will try andfollow them out--eh, Jack?"
"I will do anything you wish, father," said the boy, with a sigh.
"Yes, of course you will, my boy. Well, doctor, we are waiting. Let'stake the stitch in time."
"Ah! but we can't now," said Doctor Instow. "We shall have to takenine, or eighty-one, or some other number in what our young philosophercalls geometrical progression--that's right, isn't it, Jack, eh?"
"Yes, I suppose so," said the lad, smiling. "Well, then, thread theneedle for us, Instow," said Sir John merrily; "and we will begin tostitch, and be careful not to neglect our health for the future. Nowthen, we're both ready."
"Yes; but I'm not," said the doctor thoughtfully. "This is a ticklishcase, and wants ticklish treatment. You see I know my patient. He isso accustomed to one particular routine, that it will be hard to keephim from longing for his customary work and habits. Suppose I prescribeoutdoor work, riding, walking, cricket or football, according to theseason; I shall be giving him repellent tasks to do. I can't make him alittle fellow eager and longing to begin these things which he sees hisbigger school-fellows enjoying. He would be disgusted with gamesdirectly, because others would laugh at him and call him a muff."
"Yes," said Sir John with a sigh, "the rent has grown very large, and Idon't see how we are to sew it up."
"Neither do I," said the doctor; "it's past mending. We must have a newcoat, Jack."
"You mean a new boy, Doctor Instow," said the lad, smiling sadly. "Hadyou not better let me be?"
"No," cried Sir John, bringing his fist down heavily upon he table."That won't do, Jack. We've done wrong, taken the wrong turning, and wemust go back and start afresh--eh, Instow?"
"Of course," said the doctor testily, "and give me time. I've gotplenty of ideas, but I want to select the right one. Ah! I have it."
"Yes," cried Sir John eagerly, and his son looked at him in dismay.
"That's the very thing. Right away from books and the ordinary routineof life--fresh air of the best, fresh people, fresh scenes, constantchange; everything fresh but the water, and that salt."
"Some country place at the seaside," said Sir John eagerly.
"No, no; bore the boy to death; make him miserable. Seaside! No, sir,the whole sea, and get away from the side as soon as possible."
"A sea voyage!" cried Sir John; and his son's face contracted withhorror.
"That's the thing, sir. You have always been grumbling about thenarrowness of your sphere, and envying men abroad who send and bringsuch fine collections home. Be off together, and make a big collectionfor yourselves of everything you come across worth saving."
"Yes; but where?"
"Anywhere--North Pole; South Pole; tropics. Start free from alltrammels, open new ground away from the regular beaten tracks. Youdon't want to go by line steamers to regular ports. Get a bigocean-going yacht, and sail round the world. Here, what are yougrinning at, patient?"
"At your idea, sir. It is so wild."
"Wild to you, sir, because you are so tame. It may have seemed a littlewild for Captain Cook and Bougainville and the old Dutch navigators,with their poor appliances and ignorance of what there was beyond theseas. Wild too for Columbus; but wild now! Bah! I'm ashamed of you."
"You must recollect that Jack is no sailor," said Sir John, interposing."He was very ill when we crossed to Calais."
"Ill! A bit sea-sick. That's nothing."
"I am not sailor enough to manage a yacht."
"What of that? Charter a good vessel, and get a clever captain andmate, and the best crew that can be picked. You can afford it, and todo it well, and relieve yourself of all anxieties, so as to be free bothof you to enjoy your cruise."
"Enjoy!" said Jack piteously.
"But the responsibility?" said Sir John thoughtfully. "I should like itvastly. But to take a sick lad to sea? Suppose he were taken worse?"
"Couldn't be."
"Don't exaggerate, doctor. Fancy us away from all civilised help, andJack growing far weaker--no medical advice."
"I tell you he would grow stronger every day. Well, take a few boxes ofpills with you; fish for cod, and make your own cod-liver oil, and makehim drink it--oil to trim the lamp of his waning life and make it burn.He won't want anything of the kind--rest for his brain and change arehis medicines."
"I dare not risk it," said Sir John sadly, and Jack's face began tolight up.
"Well then, if you must do something foolish, take a doctor with you."
"Ah, but how to get the right man?"
"Pooh! Hundreds would jump at the chance."
Jack sighed, and looked from one to the other, while Sir John gazed hardat the doctor, who said merrily--
"There, don't sit trying to bring up difficulties where there is nothingthat cannot be surmounted. What have you got hold of now?"
"I have not got hold of him. I am only trying to do so."
"What do you mean?"
"The doctor. Will you go with us, Instow?"
"I?" cried Doctor Instow, staring. "Only too glad of the chance. I'msick of spending all my days in the sordid practice of trying to makemoney, when the world teems with wonders one would like to try andinvestigate. If I did not know that I was doing some little goodamongst my fellow-creatures, my life would be unbearable, and I wouldhave thrown it all up long ago."
"Then if I decide to follow out your advice, you will come with us?"
"No," said the doctor firmly; "it would not do."
Jack brightened up again.
"Why would it not do?" said Sir John anxiously. "The plan is excellent,and I am most grateful to you for the suggestion. Come with us, Instow,for I certainly will go."
Jack groaned.
"Look at him," cried the doctor. "There's spirit. The sooner you getto sea the better."
"Yes, I have decided upon it, if you will come."
"No, no; impossible."
"Because of leaving your practice?"
"Oh no; I could arrange that by having a _locum t
enens_--`local demon'as the servant-girl in _Punch_ called him."
"Then what objection is there?"
"Why, it's just as if I had been planning a pleasure-trip for myself atyour expense."
"That's absurd, Instow, and an insult to an old friend. Look here, ifyou will come I shall look upon it as conferring a great favour upon us.We shall both be under a greater obligation to you than ever."
"I say, don't tempt me, Meadows. I'm not a bad doctor, but I'm a veryweak man."
"But I will tempt you," cried Sir John eagerly. "Come, you can't letyour old friend go without a companion, and stop here at home, knowingthat there will be times when you could help Jack there on his way tohealth and strength."
"No, I can't--can I?" said the doctor, hesitating. "But no, no, itwouldn't do."
"Here, Jack, come and help me press him to go with us."
"I can't, father; oh, I can't," cried the boy despairingly.
"Oh, that settles it!" said Doctor Instow, jumping up. "You've done itnow, Jack. You're worse than I thought."
"Then you will come?" cried Sir John, holding out his hand.
"I will," cried the doctor, "wherever you like to go;" and he broughtdown his hand with a sounding slap into his friend's. "Here, Jack," hecried directly after, "shake hands too. Come, be a man. In less thansix months those dull filmy eyes of yours will be flashing with health,and you'll be wondering that you could ever have sat gazing at me inthis miserable woe-begone fashion. There, pluck up, my lad. You don'tknow what is before you in the strange lands we shall visit. Why, whenyour father and I were boys of your age, we should have gone wild withdelight at the very anticipation of such a cruise, and rushed off to ourbedrooms to begin packing up at once, and crammed our boxes with allkinds of impossible unnecessaries--eh, Meadows?"
"Yes; our skates, cricket-bats--" cried Sir John.
"And fishing-rods, and sticks. I say, though, we must take a goodsupply of sea and fresh-water tackle. Fancy trying some river or lakein the tropics that has never been fished before."
"Yes, and a walk at the jungle edge, butterfly-catching," cried Sir Johneagerly.
"Yes, and a tramp after rare birds, and always in expectation ofbringing down one never yet seen by science," said the doctor.
"And the flowers and plants," said Sir John, "We must take plenty ofcases and preserving paste."
"And entomological boxes and tins."
"Plenty of spirits, of course, too," cried the doctor. "I say, mylittle cooking apparatus I designed--it will be invaluable; and I shalltreat myself to a new double gun, and a rifle."
"No need, my dear boy; I have plenty. But we must have a thoroughlygood supply of fishing-tackle of all kinds."
"And cartridges," said the doctor. "What do you say to clothes for therough work?"
"We must have plenty, and flannels and pyjamas," said Sir John. "Acouple of small portable tents, too."
"And boots for the jungle--high boots. A deal depends on boots."
"No, not high," said Sir John, "they're a nuisance--good lace-up ankleboots, with knickerbockers and leggings."
"Yes, I believe you are right. My word, old fellow, we've got our workcut out to prepare."
"Yes; how soon would you go?"
"As soon as ever we can get away."
"That's the style. Nothing like striking while the iron is hot."
And, full of enthusiasm, the two friends sat throwing suggestions at oneanother, nearly forgetting the presence of Jack, who did not catch aspark of their excitement, but sat gazing at them with lack-lustre eyes,and a weary, woe-begone expression of countenance, for it seemed to himthat all was over, that he was to be dragged away from his studiouspursuits to a dreary end. His father and their old friend the doctormeant well, no doubt; but he knew that they were mistaken, and when thedoctor left at last, it was for Sir John to wake up to the fact that hehad never seen his son look so despondent before.
"Why, Jack, lad, what a face!" cried Sir John merrily.
The boy looked in his eyes, but said nothing. "Come, come, the doctor'sright. Put away the books, and help me to prepare for our cruise."
"Then you really mean for us to go, father?" said the lad.
"Yes; I have quite made up my mind." Jack sighed like a girl.
"But you will let me take a few boxes of books, father?"
"A few natural history works of reference, nothing more. Bah! don't beso narrow-minded, boy. We shall be where Nature's own grand library isalways open before us to read. We shall want no books. Come, pluck up,my lad; all this means ill health. Instow is perfectly right, and thesooner we begin our preparations the better."
"Father!" cried the boy passionately, "it will kill me."
"No," said Sir John, taking the boy's hand, and laying his own rightaffectionately upon his shoulder; "if I thought it would hurt you Iwould not stir a step; but I feel that it is to bring you back to ahealthy life."
Jack sighed again, and shook his head.
"Ah," he argued to himself, "life and all that is worth living for--allpassing away."
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