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DR THORNE
DR THORNE ANTHONY TROLLOPE CONTENTS
I THE GRESHAMS OF GRESHAMSBURY
II LONG LONG AGO
III DR THORNE
IV LESSONS FROM COURCY CASTLE
V FRANK GRESHAM'S FIRST SPEECH
VI FRANK GRESHAM'S EARLY LOVES
VII THE DOCTOR'S GARDEN
VIII MATRIMONIAL PROSPECTS
IX SIR ROGER SCATCHERD
X SIR ROGER'S WILL
XI THE DOCTOR DRINKS HIS TEA
XII WHEN GREEK MEETS GREEK THEN COMES THE TUG OF WAR
XIII THE TWO UNCLES
XIV SENTENCE OF EXILE
XV COURCY
XVII MISS DUNSTABLE
XVIII THE RIVALS
XIX THE DUKE OF OMNIUM
XX THE PROPOSAL
XXI MR MOFFAT FALLS INTO TROUBLE
XXII SIR ROGER IS UNSEATED
XXIII RETROSPECTIVE
XXIV LOUIS SCATCHERD
XXV SIR ROGER DIES
XXVI WAR
XXVII MISS THORNE GOES ON A VISIT
XXVIII THE DOCTOR HEARS SOMETHING TO HIS ADVANTAGE
XXIX THE DONKEY RIDE
XXX POST PRANDIAL
XXXI THE SMALL END OF THE WEDGE
XXXII MR ORIEL
XXXIII A MORNING VISIT
XXXIV A BAROUCHE AND FOUR ARRIVES AT GRESHAMSBURY
XXXV SIR LOUIS GOES OUT TO DINNER
XXXVI WILL HE COME AGAIN?
XXXVII SIR LOUIS LEAVES GRESHAMSBURY
XXXVIII DE COURCY PRECEPTS AND DE COURCY PRACTICE
XXXIX WHAT THE WORLD SAYS ABOUT BLOOD
XL THE TWO DOCTORS CHANGE PATIENTS
XLI DOCTOR THORNE WON'T INTERFERE
XLII WHAT CAN YOU GIVE IN RETURN?
XLIII THE RACE OF SCATCHERD BECOMES EXTINCT
XLIV SATURDAY EVENING AND SUNDAY MORNING
XLV LAW BUSINESS IN LONDON
XLVI OUR PET FOX FINDS A TAIL
XLVII HOW THE BRIDE WAS RECEIVED AND WHO WERE ASKED TO THE WEDDING
DOCTOR THORNE
CHAPTER I
THE GRESHAMS OF GRESHAMSBURY
Before the reader is introduced to the modest country medical
practitioner who is to be the chief personage of the following tale it
will be well that he should be made acquainted with some particulars as
to the locality in which and the neighbours among whom our doctor
followed his profession.
There is a county in the west of England not so full of life indeed
nor so widely spoken of as some of its manufacturing leviathan brethren
in the north but which is nevertheless very dear to those who know
it well. Its green pastures its waving wheat its deep and shady
and--let us add--dirty lanes its paths and stiles its tawny-coloured
well-built rural churches its avenues of beeches and frequent Tudor
mansions its constant county hunt its social graces and the general
air of clanship which pervades it has made it to its own inhabitants a
favoured land of Goshen. It is purely agricultural; agricultural in
its produce agricultural in its poor and agricultural in its
pleasures. There are towns in it of course; depots from whence are
brought seeds and groceries ribbons and fire-shovels; in which markets
are held and county balls are carried on; which return members to
Parliament generally--in spite of Reform Bills past present and
coming--in accordance with the dictates of some neighbouring land
magnate; from whence emanate the country postmen and where is located
the supply of post-horses necessary for county visitings. But these
towns add nothing to the importance of the county; dull all but
death-like single streets. Each possesses two pumps three hotels ten
shops fifteen beer-houses a beadle and a market-place.
Indeed the town population of the county reckons for nothing when the
importance of the county is discussed with the exception as before
said of the assize town which is also a cathedral city. Herein a
clerical aristocracy which is certainly not without its due weight. A
resident bishop a resident dean an archdeacon three or four resident
prebendaries and all their numerous chaplains vicars and
ecclesiastical satellites do make up a society sufficiently powerful
to be counted as something by the county squirearchy. In other respects
the greatness of Barsetshire depends wholly on the landed powers.
Barsetshire however is not now so essentially one whole as it was
before the Reform Bill divided it. There is in these days an East
Barsetshire and there is a West Barsetshire; and people conversant
with Barsetshire doings declare that they can already decipher some
difference of feeling some division of interests. The eastern moiety
of the county is more purely Conservative than the western; there is
or was a taint of Peelism in the latter; and then too the residence
of two such great Whig magnates as the Duke of Omnium and the Earl De
Courcy in that locality in some degree overshadows and renders less
influential the gentlemen who live near them.
It is to East Barsetshire that we are called. When the division above
spoken of was first contemplated in those stormy days in which gallant
men were still combatting reform ministers if not with hope still
with spirit the battle was fought by none more bravely than by John
Newbold Gresham of Greshamsbury the member for Barsetshire. Fate
however and the Duke of Wellington were adverse and in the following
Parliament John Newbold Gresham was only member for East Barsetshire.
Whether or not it was true as stated at the time that the aspect of
the men with whom he was called on to associate at St Stephen's broke
his heart it is not for us now to inquire. It is certainly true that
he did not live to see the first year of the reformed Parliament
brought to a close.
The then Mr Gresham was not an old man at the time of his death and
his eldest son Francie Newbold Gresham was a very young man; but
notwithstanding his youth and notwithstanding other grounds of
objection which stood in the way of such preferment and which it must
be explained he was chosen in his father's place. The father's
services had been too recent too well appreciated too thoroughly in
unison with the feelings of those around him to allow of any other
choice; and in this way young Frank Gresham found himself member for
East Barsetshire although the very men who elected him knew that they
had but slender ground for trusting him with their suffrages.
Frank Gresham though then only twenty four years of age was a married
man and a father. He had already chosen a wife and by his choice had
given much ground of distrust to the men of East Barsetshire. He had
married no other than Lady Arabella De Courcy the sister of the great
Whig earl who lived at Courcy Castle in the west; that earl who not
only had voted for the Reform Bill but had been infamously active in
bringing over other young peers so to vote and whose name therefore
stank in the nostrils of the staunch Tory squires of the county.
Not only had Frank Gresham so wedded but having thus improperly and
unpatriotically chosen a wife he had added to his sins by becoming
recklessly intimate with his wife's relations. It is true that he
still called himself a Tory belonged to the club of which his father
had been one of the most honoured members and in the days of the great
battle got his head broken in a row on the right side; but
nevertheless it was felt by the good men true and blue of East
Barsetshire that a constant sojourner at Courcy Castle could not be
regarded as a consistent Tory. When however his father died that
broken head served him in good stead: his sufferings in the cause were
made the most of; these in unison with his father's merits turned the
scale and it was accordingly decided at a meeting held at the George
and Dragon at Barchester that Frank Gresham should fill his father's
shoes.
But Frank Gresham could not fill his father's shoes; they were too big
for him. He did become member for East Barsetshire but he was such a
member--so lukewarm so indifferent so prone to associate with the
enemies of the good cause so little willing to fight the good fight
that he soon disgusted those who most dearly loved the memory of the
old squire.
De Courcy Castle in those days had great allurements for a young man
and all those allurements were made the most of to win over young
Gresham. His wife who was a year or two older than himself was a
fashionable woman with thorough Whig tastes and aspirations such as
became the daughter of a great Whig earl; she cared for politics or
thought that she cared for them more than her husband did; for a month
or two previous to her engagement she had been attached to the Court
and had been made to believe that much of the policy of England's
rulers depended on the political intrigues of England's women. She was
one who would fain be doing something if she only knew how and the
first important attempt she made was to turn her respectable young Tory
husband into a second-rate Whig bantling. As this lady's character
will it is hoped show itself in the following pages we need not now
describe it more closely.
It is not a bad thing to be son-in-law to a potent earl member of
Parliament for a county and a possessor of a fine old English seat
and a fine old English fortune. As a very young man Frank Gresham
found the life to which he was thus introduced agreeable enough. He
consoled himself as best he might for the blue looks with which he was
greeted by his own party and took his revenge by consorting more
thoroughly than ever with his political adversaries. Foolishly like a
foolish moth he flew to the bright light and like the moths of
course he burnt his wings. Early in 1833 he had become a member of
Parliament and in the autumn of 1834 the dissolution came. Young
members of three had four-and-twenty do not think much of dissolutions
forget the fancies of their constituents and are too proud of the
present to calculate much as to the future. So it was with Mr Gresham.
His father had been member for Barsetshire all his life and he looked
forward to similar prosperity as though it was part of his inheritance;
but he failed to take any of the steps which had secured his father's
seat.
In the autumn of 1834 the dissolution came and Frank Gresham with his
honourable lady wife and all the De Courcys at his back found that he
had mortally offended the county.
To his great disgust another candidate was brought forward as a fellow
to his late colleague and though he manfully fought the battle and
spent ten thousand pounds in the contest he could not recover his
position. A high Tory with a great Whig interest to back him is
never a popular person in England. No one can trust him though there
may be those who are willing to place him untrusted in high
positions. Such was the case with Mr Gresham. There were many who
were willing for family considerations to keep him in Parliament; but
no one thought that he was fit to be there. The consequences were
that a bitter and expensive contest ensued. Frank Gresham when
twitted with being a Whig foreswore the De Courcy family; and then
when ridiculed as having been thrown over by the Tories foreswore his
father's old friends. So between the two stools he fell to the ground
and as a politician he never again rose to his feet.
He never again rose to his feet; but twice again he made violent
efforts to do so. Elections in East Barsetshire from various causes
came quick upon each other in those days and before he was
eight-and-twenty years of age Mr Gresham had three times contested the
county and been three times beaten. To speak the truth of him his own
spirit would have been satisfied with the loss of the first ten
thousand pounds; but Lady Arabella was made of higher mettle. She had
married a man with a fine place and a fine fortune; but she had
nevertheless married a commoner and had in so far derogated from her
high birth. She felt that her husband should be by rights a member of
the House of Lords; but if not that it was at least essential that he
should have a seat in the lower chamber. She would be degrees sink
into nothing if she allowed herself to sit down the mere wife of a
county squire.
Thus instigated Mr Gresham repeated the useless contest three times
and repeated it each time at a serious cost. He lost his money Lady
Arabella lost her temper and things at Greshamsbury went on by no
means as prosperously as they had done in the days of the old squire.
In the first twelve years of their marriage children came fast into
the nursery at Greshamsbury. The first that was born was a boy; and in
those happy halcyon days when the old squire was still alive great
was the joy at the birth of an heir to Greshamsbury; bonfires gleamed
through the country-side oxen were roasted whole and the customary
paraphernalia of joy usual to rich Britons on such occasions were gone
through with wondrous eclat. But when the tenth baby and the ninth
little girl was brought into the world the outward show of joy was
not so great.
Then other troubles came. Some of these little girls were sickly some
very sickly. Lady Arabella had her faults and they were such as were
extremely detrimental to her husband's happiness and her own; but that
of being an indifferent mother was not among them. She had worried her
husband daily for years because he was not in Parliament she had
worried him because he would not furnish his house in Portman Square
she had worried him because he objected to have more people carried
every winter at Greshamsbury Park than the house would hold; but now
she changed her tune and worried him because Selina coughed because
Helena was hectic because poor Sophy's spine was weak and Matilda's
appetite was gone.
Worrying from such causes was pardonable it will be said. So it was;
but the manner was hardly pardonable. Selina's cough was certainly not
fairly attributable to the old-fashioned furniture in Portman Square;
nor would Sophy's spine have been materially benefited by her father
having a seat in Parliament; and yet to have heard Lady Arabella
discussing those matters in family conclave one would have thought
that she would have expected such results.
As it was her poor weak darlings were carried about from London to
Brighton from Brighton to some German baths from the German baths
back to Torquay and thence--as regarded the four we have named--to
that bourne from whence no further journey could be made under Lady
Arabella's directions.
The one son and heir to Greshamsbury was named as his father Francis
Newbold Gresham. He would have been the hero of our tale had not that
place been pre-occupied by the village doctor. As it is those who
please may regard him. It is he who is to be our favourite young man
to do the love scenes to have his trials and his difficulties and to
win through them or not as the case may be. I am too old now to be a
hard-hearted author and so it is probable that he may not die of a
broken heart. Those who don't approve of a middle-aged bachelor
country doctor as a hero may take the heir to Greshamsbury in his
stead and call the book if it so please them 'The Loves and
Adventures of Francis Newbold Gresham the Younger.'
And Master Frank Gresham was not ill adapted for playing the part of a
hero of this sort. He did not share his sisters' ill-health and
though the only boy of the family he excelled all his sisters in
personal appearance. The Greshams from time immemorial had been
handsome. They were broad browed blue-eyed fair haired born with
dimples in their chins and that pleasant aristocratic dangerous curl
of the upper lip which can equally express good humour or scorn. Young
Frank was every inch a Gresham and was the darling of his father's
heart.
The De Courcys had never been plain. There was too much hauteur too
much pride we may perhaps even fairly say too much nobility in their
gait and manners and even in their faces to allow of their being
considered plain; but they were not a race nurtured by Venus or
Apollo. They were tall and thin with high cheek-bones high
foreheads and large dignified cold eyes. The De Courcy girls all
had good hair; and as they also possessed easy manners and powers of
talking they managed to pass in the world for beauties till they were
absorbed in the matrimonial market and the world at large cared no
longer whether they were beauties or not. The Misses Gresham were made
in the De Courcy mould and were not on this account the less dear to
their mother.
The two eldest Augusta and Beatrice lived and were apparently likely
to live. The four next faded and died one after another--all in the
same sad year--and were laid in the neat new cemetery at Torquay. Then
came a pair born at one birth weak delicate frail little flowers
with dark hair and dark eyes and thin long pale faces with long
bony hands and long bony feet whom men looked on as fated to follow
their sisters with quick steps. Hitherto however they had not
followed them nor had they suffered as their sisters had suffered; and
some people at Greshamsbury attributed this to the fact that a change
had been made in the family medical practitioner.
Then came the youngest of the flock she whose birth we have said was
not heralded with loud joy; for when she came into the world four
others with pale temples wan worn cheeks and skeleton white arms
were awaiting permission to leave it.
Such was the family when in the year 1854 the eldest son came of
age. He had been educated at Harrow and was now still at Cambridge;
but of course on such a day as this he was at home. That coming of
age must be a delightful time to a young man born to inherit broad
acres and wide wealth. Those full-mouthed congratulations; those warm
prayers with which his manhood is welcomed by the grey-haired seniors
of the county; the affectionate all but motherly caresses of
neighbouring mothers who have seen him grow up from his cradle of
mothers who have daughters perhaps fair enough and good enough and
sweet enough even for him; the soft-spoken half-bashful but tender
greetings of the girls who now perhaps for the first time call him
by his stern family name instructed by instinct rather than precept
that the time has come when the familiar Charles or familiar John must
by them be laid aside; the 'lucky dogs' and hints of silver spoons
which are poured into his ears as each young compeer slaps his back and
bids him live a thousand years and then never die; the shouting of the
tenantry the good wishes of the old farmers who come up to wring his
hand the kisses which he gets from the farmers' wives and the kisses
which he gives to the farmers' daughters; all these things must make
the twenty-first birthday pleasant enough to a young heir. To a youth
however who feels that he is now liable to arrest and that he
inherits no other privilege the pleasure may very possibly not be
quite so keen.
The case with young Frank Gresham may be supposed to much nearer the
former than the latter; but yet the ceremony of his coming of age was
by no means like that which fate had accorded to his father. Mr
Gresham was not an embarrassed man and though the world did not know
it or at any rate did not know that he was deeply embarrassed he
had not the heart to throw open his mansion and receive the county with
a free hand as though all things were going well for him.
Nothing was going well with him. Lady Arabella would allow nothing
near him or around him to be well. Everything with him was now turned
to vexation; he was no longer a joyous happy man and the people of
East Barsetshire did not look for gala doings on a grand scale when
young Gresham came of age.
Gala doings to a certain extent there were there. It was in July
and tables were spread under the oaks for the tenants. Tables were
spread and meat and beer and wine were there and Frank as he walked
round and shook his guests by the hand expressed a hope that their
relations with each other might be long close and mutually
advantageous.
We must say a few words now about the place itself. Greshamsbury Park
was a fine old Englishman's seat--was and is; but we can assert it more
easily in past tense as we are speaking of it with reference to a past
time. We have spoken of Greshamsbury Park; there was a park so called
but the mansion itself was generally known as Greshamsbury House and
did not stand in the park. We may perhaps best describe it by saying
that the village of Greshamsbury consisted of one long straggling
street a mile in length which in the centre turned sharp round so
that one half of the street lay directly at right angles to the other.
In this angle stood Greshamsbury House and the gardens and grounds
around it filled up the space so made. There was an entrance with
large gates at each end of the village and each gate was guarded by
the effigies of two huge pagans with clubs such being the crest borne
by the family; from each entrance a broad road quite straight running
through a majestic avenue of limes led up to the house. This was
built in the richest perhaps we should rather say in the purest style
of Tudor architecture; so much so that though Greshamsbury is less
complete than Longleat less magnificent than Hatfield it may in some
sense be said to be the finest specimen of Tudor architecture of which
the country can boast.
It stands amid a multitude of trim gardens and stone-built terraces
divided one from another: these to our eyes are not so attractive as
that broad expanse of lawn by which our country houses are generally
surrounded; but the gardens of Greshamsbury have been celebrated for
two centuries and any Gresham who would have altered them would have
been considered to have destroyed one of the well-known landmarks of
the family.
Greshamsbury Park--properly so called--spread far away on the other
side of the village. Opposite to the two great gates leading up to the
mansion were two smaller gates the one opening onto the stables
kennels and farm-yard and the other to the deer park. This latter
was the principal entrance to the demesne and a grand and picturesque
entrance it was. the avenue of limes which on one side stretched up to
the house was on the other extended for a quarter of a mile and then
appeared to be terminated only by an abrupt rise in the ground. At the
entrance there were four savages and four clubs two to each portal
and what with the massive iron gates surmounted by a stone wall on
which stood the family arms supported by two other club-bearers the
stone-built lodges the Doric ivy-covered columns which surrounded the
circle the four grim savages and the extent of the space itself
through which the high road ran and which just abutted on the village
the spot was sufficiently significant of old family greatness.
Those who examined it more closely might see that under the arms was a
scroll bearing the Gresham motto and that the words were repeated in
smaller letters under each of the savages. 'Gardez Gresham' had been
chosen in the days of motto-choosing probably by some herald-at-arms as
an appropriate legend for signifying the peculiar attributes of the
family. Now however unfortunately men were not of one mind as to
the exact idea signified. Some declared with much heraldic warmth
that it was an address to the savages calling on them to take care of
their patron; while others with whom I myself am inclined to agree
averred with equal certainty that it was an advice to the people at
large especially to those inclined to rebel against the aristocracy of
the county that they should 'beware the Gresham'. The latter
signification would betoken strength--so said the holders of the
doctrine; the former weakness. Now the Greshams were ever a strong
people and never addicted to humility.
We will not pretend to decide the question. Alas! either construction
was not equally unsuited to the family fortunes. Such changes had taken
place in England since the Greshams had founded themselves that no
savage could any longer in any way protect them; they must protect
themselves like common folk or live unprotected. Nor now was it
necessary that any neighbour should shake in his shoes when the Gresham
frowned. It would have been to be wished that the present Gresham
himself could have been as indifferent to the frowns of some of his
neighbours.
But the old symbols remained and may such symbols long remain among
us; they are still lovely and fit to be loved. They tell us of the
true and manly feelings of other times; and to him who can read aright
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