O F TH E UNIVERSITY or ILLINOIS ^\ 1 > S w 5 4c. (sse Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2017 with funding from University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign Alternates https://archive.org/details/cupidmdstoryOOswif CUPID, M.D. CUPID, M.D. H Stor^ AUGUSTUS M. SWIFT NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS 1888 Copyright by CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS, i88j. Trow’s Printing and Bookbinding Company 201-213 l\ast \'2th Street NEW YORK # i f/3 {xX Q* lit! •t awful fib about our losing our way.) All of a sudden, in the midst of rather an interesting discussion about primogeniture and family es- tates, Mr. Blake stopped and looked at me till I felt myself blushing with vexation. 70 CUPID, M.D. ‘‘How can I be silent?” he said at last. “Do listen to me one moment! I know I ought not to, but I can’t help it. My darling, my darling, I love you better than my life ! ” I tried to be as dignified as I could, and I was really very much provoked. I said all manner of things, but somehow I couldn’t stop him. As nearly as I can remember, he went on to say : “ What in the world can I do or say to make you feel as I do ? I tell you it is love that has come to me — love ! I am twenty- eight years old, and like all men I have fancied myself in love, but this is so different 1 Think 1 I have scarcely ever touched your hand 1 And I would kiss the hem of your gown if you would let me ! ” “Mr. Blake,” I said, “this is not right. If I listened to you any longer you might have reason to blame me. You must take me back to the others.” “ Only listen tome one moment! Just one CUPID, M,D. 71 moment, Miss Pattison, and I promise you any- thing ! I will not trouble you when we get back to the hotel. Not a word of love shall pass my lips if you will only listen to me this once.’’ (His voice was very husky and tremu- lous.) I just want to tell you one thing, that a woman is rarely loved as I love you. How do you know that you are not throwing away your own chance of love? You don’t know the strength of my nature — I scarcely knew it myself till I saw you ; but I do know that I am capable of a great, unselfish, overmastering love, and I am equally certain that you are capable of it also. And what’s more, I don’t believe your heart has yet been touched. You may think that I don’t know you, nor do I know you in the common sense, but I know that you are lovely, and good, and I could make you so happy if you would let me ! ” Oh, Mr. Blake, I don’t think so ! ” ‘‘Yes, I could,” he replied; “I am not 72 CUPID, M,D, good-looking, and all that, but there is more in me than you know of. Just now I happen to be ill ; but I shall get well, and then you will not see me at my worst, as now. I am having a hard time of it now, but if I could only have one word from you, it would help me so much. If you could only say you wanted me to get well ! Of course I want you to get well, Mr. Blake. I am very sorry you are so ill. You have been very kind to me, and you pay me a great honor, but what you propose is so very serious. A girl’s love is all she has to give.” I felt powerless to escape now, so we talked on. And it is all a man has to give ! ” said he. I have never used common arguments with you ; and, in fact, if your love won’t come to me without arguments, I don’t want it. I have never told you anything about my means, for instance, nor do I know or care anything about CUPID, M.D. 73 yours. Nor does our being of different nation- alities weigh with me a particle. How can I convey to you what I mean ? My love is so great that I should think you would love me for that alone, unworthy of you though I am. No one else loves you as I love you. I am convinced of that. And I suppose you have had other lovers.’’ ‘‘Yes, I have had other lovers. I don’t know why it is you compel me to discuss it with you. You certainly cannot think I am encouraging you. I have had others who — admired me, and one ” “ Not one whom you love ? ” he asked. “ I almost loved him,” I replied, weakly. “ Almost ! Then you never loved him. You would never hesitate if you loved. Oh, I feel sure you will love me yet ! You will love me yet ! ” he exclaimed, with a sort of fierce enthu- siasm. A curious feeling came over me ; I must 74 CUPID, M.D. have been influenced by his pertinacity and earnestness. I could not help saying to myself, Is he right ? Is he right ? Is this man to be my fate? Is it true that I may be losing 7ny cha7ice of love? '' But this was only for an in- stant. I resolved that we must not talk any longer, and turned decidedly to go. ‘‘One moment more,’' he said, “I must tell you one other thing. I '' “ Mr. Blake," I said, “ I cannot stay another minute. We must go and join the others." But this is something you ought to know about me. You cannot know unless I tell you. It is something very much to my discredit. I hope you will not blame me, but " I cannot listen to anything more," I said. Really I cannot. Let us talk about some- thing else." And I walked off very fast. He acquiesced, and we went back. I fan- cied that Mrs. Poynter eyed us rather susph CUPID, M,D. 75 ciously, and on the drive home (she and Mr. Wykeham were on the front seat) she looked back at me all the time. To-morrow, I shall tell mamma all about everything. I don’t know what to make of it all. I wonder what the other thing was Mr. Blake was going to tell me ? 76 CUPID, M.D. XVII. Eliot Blake to Lily Pattison. February 23d. My Dear Miss Pattison : I hope you will pardon me if I address a few lines to you. I waited on the porch and about the grounds nearly all the morning in the hope of seeing you. I wanted to say that I regret having forced upon you yesterday so much that you were evidently unwilling to hear. I sup- pose I ought to apologize to you for having taken advantage of your position, and yet I intended nothing of the sort. I am hampered every moment, it seems to me, by these miser- able conventionalities. Bear with me a little, and pray let me say a few words to you. I am resolved not to harass you, and have made up CUPID, M,D, 77 my mind to wait a little longer and see if I can- not win some favor in your eyes before I ad- dress you again, for I certainly shall ask you again, one day, unless you are pledged to some other man. Meanwhile I shall leave you in peace. I meant to all along, but yesterday the impulse was too much for me. How can I be silent ? How can I ? Why may I not tell you of this great love that consumes me ? Does not love make love ? How does a bird win its mate ? One of the two must always be the first to love, and how are you to know unless I tell you ? You would despise me, and I should despise myself, if I were to employ any subterfuges with you, or descend to the wheed- ling arts with which a man bent on pleasure wins over a woman. I never show off before you — never air my little graces, because I am so anxious to be honest with you. I can sing, but you have never heard me. I love you for your- self, not because you are beautiful, nor because 78 CUPID, M.D, you please my taste and sensibilities ; and I should love you just as much if you were pitted with the small-pox. And I want to be loved for myself. Do not think me conceited. I know that you can see little in me to justify any such hope, but still I do hope that when you come to know my heart and my true nature you will not find me altogether unlovable. I have been fool- ish and careless in my mode of life, and there is much that I regret in my past, but the hope of your love has seemed to hallow every thought, and change the standard of conduct I have hitherto been content with. There is a holy of holies in every true man's heart, and there you are enshrined. “ O, loved the most when most I feel There is a lower and a higher,” That is what I mean ; and this, too, is what I mean : “ Behold, I dream a dream of good, And mingle all the world with thee.” CUPID, M,D. 79 Can you wonder that I want you to know this ? You spoke yesterday of a girl’s love being all she had to give, as if you were afraid of what I might be. That is not to be wondered at. You could scarcely trust me till you knew me better. But what I now tell you is absolutely true, and I wish you to hear it from me before my lips are sealed, as sealed they must be, at all events for the present. I want you to know that I love you with my good side uppermost, and with the base hidden out of sight ; I well know how unworthy of you even my best is, but a man’s true love is the highest homage he can pay a woman, and that homage I pay you. I said in the park yesterday that I wished to tell you something else, but on second thoughts I have changed my mind. It had mainly to do with my health. I am but a poor wreck of a man at present, but if I regain my health I shall be justified on that score. Alas ! a man should seek his love boldly, and claim her as his right, 8o CUPID, M.D, and win her for his own, but I — I must wait. My tongue is tied when I am with you, and even if it were not, I must keep silence for a time. You may rest assured that during your stay here no word of love shall pass my lips. I will set a guard on them. Only let me see you — that is all I ask. I have but one hope, and that is in the strength and truth of my love for you. But do not shut me out from everything. Let me look at you and hear your voice, and I will never offend you. Perhaps I ought to say that my friend Wykeham knows all about this, as you may have guessed. He will be here a few days, but you may trust him, as he is a man of scrupulous honor. If I have caused you pain by this letter, pray forgive me. I cannot help it ; I will not sur- render my chance of winning you for lack of a word. I hate all these miserable trammels which put a woman out of reach, and I have an idea that in America they go for less than they CUPID, M,D, 8i do here. But you have my promise that I will not intrude upon you now. And remember that not till I hear from your own lips that you are promised to another shall I abandon hope ; for I am resolved that with those very lips you shall tell me that your heart is mine. Yours — till my dying day, yours, Eliot Blake. 82 CUPID, M.D, XVIII. Lady Gore to John Wykeham. Leighton, February 25, 1878. My Dear Mr. Wykeham : Since your letter reached me yesterday I have scarcely thought of anything else. My poor brother ! I wish I could go to him at once, that is if you thought I could be of any help to him, but I have a house full of people, and on the loth the Archaeological Society meets, and I am afraid I have more people coming than I have beds for. Sir William is not well, either, and has been laid up since Monday with a touch of the gout. It is there- fore doubly comforting to me to know that you are with Eliot, and I hope you will find it pos- sible to make him a good visit. CUPID, M.D, S3 The sad news you conveyed to me was quite unexpected. Of course, I have been greatly concerned about Eliot, but when I was last in town Dr. Daubeny said nothing about the opium, and I presume he must have known of it. What in the world can be done to save him ? I remember having been told that this habit of taking opium is the most irresistible and fatal of all habits — that it is deadly in its effects on body, mind, and soul, and when I think of my Eltie at such a pass I am almost distracted. What can I do ? Is that place at Dudington really the best place for him ? Sir William says he has heard it highly spoken of. What do the doctors propose to do ? I shall write at once to Dr. Daubeny. I do not under- stand how the habit has grown to such an ex- tent without my having known of it, nor can I yet see how it was contracted ; for Eliot, though always headstrong and fond of his own way, has never been intemperate, as you well know. 84 CUPID, M.D. Of course we must save him if he can be saved. Do not misunderstand me, my dear Mr. Wykeham, but I don't think you are quite fair to Miss Pattison in what you propose — that Eliot's passion for her should be utilized at her expense, as it were. But perhaps you do not mean quite so much, and merely suggest that things shall take their own course. I cannot quite reconcile Eliot's state of health with his state of mind. As to his being really in love with her, I should be inclined to doubt it. More than once within the past few years I have /heard him vow eternal devotion to some young 1 lady, and on one occasion I even went to call / on one of them at his request. But he has gradually drifted away from them. Of course 1 want to see him settled, that is if he recov- ers his health ; and when I heard of his being attentive to this American girl, having her predecessors in mind, I scarcely knew what to think ; but when I saw her I at once made up CUPID, M.D. 85 my mind that she was a great prize, and that Eliot would be a very fortunate man if he got her. The event proved that I was right in a measure, for the girl, like every noble girl, does not hold herself cheaply, to be won in an hour. Eliot can be very fascinating with women, though, and I should not wonder if she became interested in him if they are thrown much together. Perhaps the very fact that he has never said a word to me about this new love affair may be significant, and he is pretty safe to ask her again, though, as I said, I shall not believe he is really in love until he is mar- ried. The truth is, that I feel reluctantly obliged to confess that I think she is a little too good for Iiim. I speak utterly without reserve to you, for I know you to be his best friend. At first I really dreaded her, and at this moment I am totally in the dark as to who she is, as we say, and what her people may be. America and 86 CUPID, M.D. England are now much nearer than they used to be, yet still I think, on general principles, that an Englishman ought to marry an English wife. But it cannot be denied that there is something peculiarly attractive about this girl. Her face is not merely lovely— it is good ; it is the reflection of a high nature and an unspotted mind. A woman is quick to recognize one quality in a woman, and that is honesty: and if ever eyes and expression spoke honesty, they do with her. There is something attractive even in the way she wears her clothes. I think that part of her grace is due to her head, which is so small and almost classic in outline, remind- ^ ing me of that statue— which is it, the Psyche ? — at Naples. And I confess I do like to see a girl with a clear skin. But what has all this to do with it ? I am very foolish to ramble on this way. All I mean is that I think she is an exceptionally sweet girl, and perhaps I should explain my meaning more clearly if I said that CUPID, M.D, 87 Eliot, in his present condition, ought not to dream of success with her. When he is at his best he is worthy of any girl’s love, but alas ! shall we ever see him the joyous, careless, sweet-tempered Eliot of old days, whose very failings were almost dear to us ! Ah, if he had not insisted on riding that terri- ble horse ! But he always would have his own way. Is he to find his master at last in opium ? I must stop. I see that there is nothing for me to do but hope and pray. I entreat you to stay with him as long as possible. I sup- pose that my presence, as you so gently hint, would only be a drawback. I shall be glad when our gay times down here are over, for I have little heart for it all. The theatricals were very successful, though we missed you sadly. If Eliot gets well you must both come down. Good-by. Sir William would join me in 88 CUPID, M.D, kindest remembrances if he knew of my writ- ing. Pray believe me, always sincerely yours, Clara Gore. P. S. — On reading over my letter it occurs to me to say that of course I understand that everything depends on his recovery. It seems idle to speculate about the future while he is in this state. And you must not think that be- cause I have schooled myself to write calmly about my poor brother, I take all this sorrow calmly. My heart is half broken with it. C. G. CUPID, M.D. 89 XIX. Lily’s Diary. February 28th. Once more I turn to my little book. I am thankful it has a lock and key. I have had nearly a week in which to reflect upon Mr. Blake’s second proposal to me. I am bound to say that he has kept his word, as he promised in the letter he wrote me, and our intercourse has been quite commonplace, gen- erally speaking. This is fortunate, for mamma is very uneasy, and has almost insisted on my seeing nothing of him ; but this place would certainly be far more dull than it is, without these two gentlemen. I told her I was quite able to take care of myself. 90 CUPID, M,D, Oh dear ! I am in such a restless, uneasy frame of mind. I am an enigma to myself. I am provoked with myself for thinking so much about Mr. Blake. He certainly is one of the strangest men I ever met. Why does he influ- ence me so ? I am certain there is some mystery about him. He is peculiar. I have had plenty of opportunities for studying him, and yet I can- not make him out. One day he was telling me about his history, and that did not enlighten me, for so far as I can see he has never done anything. Hunting, fishing, shooting, and yachting seem to have occupied his entire time. 7 I must say I like him. There is more in him than there is in Mr. Wykeham. He is a little dandified, and in that respect is unlike most of the Englishmen I have met. I notice that he takes great care of his hands, and he is very particular about his shoes, and seems to be un- CUPID, M,D. 91 happy if they are dirty. But he has that easy style of dress that they all have over here. There ! Is that the sum and substance of him ? Not at all. He has something in him that I can’t fathom, something that does not appear on the surface. Once or twice when he has quoted a few lines of poetry I have noticed it. I think it is a sort of romantic intensity of nature, or some special tenderness of heart; and this is coupled with so much simplicity and frankness that I can quite believe Mr. Wyke- ham when he says he is a man of many friends. Yet he takes very little pains to conciliate people, and is rather audacious at times. The other day he said to me, ‘‘ I like you best in a black cloth dress, with a little straight collar and cuffs, and a round hat on.’' The idea ! I am sure he suffers a great deal of pain, probably from his arm. Mrs. Poynter insists upon it that there is something else the matter 92 CUPID, M.D. with him, but I cannot conceive how she can pry into other people's affairs as she does. She is a natural born gossip. Mamma has taken a great dislike to her, and so have I. I am so glad mamma has this dear old Mrs. Mackenzie to talk to. March 2d. Mr. Blake is more of an enigma than ever ! I ventured to tell him so to-day, and he said : ‘‘ Perhaps you will solve it before long. I will give you a clew : and then he wrote these lines on the back of an envelope, and handed them to me : “ Beware ! beware His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed. And drunk the milk of Paradise.” Now what in the world does this mean ? When I asked him he only smiled. We walked CUPID, M.D. 93 on for a while in perfect silence. Then he said, Do you know who wrote that ? No,'' said I. But it’s from quite a well-known poem," he said. My education has been neglected, you see." No," he replied, hastily, ‘‘ you know I didn't mean that. Never mind. By and by you will know what little there is to be known." Then we walked into the house. The calm certainty with which he talks of the future half amuses and half frightens me. But his manner is so tender and gentle with me ! Never a word of love does he speak, and yet I can see it in his eyes all the time. / Is this kind of wooing more dangerous than ^ the other ? CUPID, M.D. 94 XX. Dr. Rich to John Wykeham. The Hygienic Hotel, Dudington, W., March i8, 1878. My Dear Sir : As you requested when you left, I send you a brief report of Mr. Blake's condition. He is gaining rapidly on the morphia, but the strain is great, and he is a man of such nervous and ex- citable temperament, that we are a little appre- hensive of how he will bear further reductions of the dose. For this reason I am taking it off rather more abruptly than I at first intended. Shortly after your departure we effected with- out opposition the most important reduction of all, and induced him to abandon the use of the hypodermic syringe. He manfully handed to CUPID, M.D. 9S me the different instruments in his possession, and has never since asked for them, except on one occasion, when a slight lapse of will was quite pardonable, as he was taken with one of the severe neuralgic headaches that inevitably attend the discontinuance of the morphia. For several hours he suffered acutely, and quite lost his patience with me because I refused to ad- minister a subcutaneous dose ; but I gave him considerable quantities of valerian and other comparatively harmless anodynes, and the pain ultimately yielded to them. He could not re- alize, poor fellow, that one dose such as he pro- posed would probably have neutralized the good work of the previous fortnight. In general, however, I could not ask for a more tractable patient, nor a more courageous one. He is not aware himself of the progress he has made ; the truth is, that he is now tak- ing only eight grains a day, and this by the mouth. It would be impossible for him to 96 CUPID, M,D. accomplish this without having recourse to sub- stitutes, so I furnish him with a mixture of that much-discussed drug cannabis Didica (probably familiar to you under the name of hashish), and also with a strong extract of wheat ; he is tak- ing, moreover, plenty of malt and hops, though I discourage spirits, and he smokes nearly all the time. Of his pluck and courage in this trying ordeal I can only speak in the highest terms of admira- tion. He seems to realize his position, and to be really anxious to second us in every way, and this, I need not tell you, is half the battle. I do not think that the effects on his mental or his moral nature will be serious or lasting. I have not noticed in him any of the hallucinations which sooner or later accompany the habit ; his memory, too, is unimpaired. I think you said he had always prided himself somewhat on his quick and retentive memory, and to test it I asked him to repeat anything he knew by heart, CUPID, M.D, 97 telling him frankly just what my object was. He recited at once passages from Homer, Hor- ace, Schiller, De Musset, and other authors, until I had quite enough of it. Then, thinking that the repetition of these poems might be somewhat mechanical and parrot-like, I asked him to commit something while I went to see another patient. I returned in less than three- quarters of an hour, and he repeated a column of the Saturday Review, which quite astonished me ; and I was much interested in his method of committing, which he explained to me. All this goes to prove that his mind has not be- come enfeebled by the drug. I have had no reason as yet to doubt his honesty in matters connected with opium, and this is saying a good deal. One poor lady, whose room is on the same floor as Mr. Blake’s, and who is undergoing treatment for precisely the same thing (only the habit is of longer standing), ha§ given me endless trouble by her 7 98 CUPID, M.D. dishonesty. It is not her fault. I fear we can never do anything for her. Only three days since I went into her room and she was lying asleep, in the unmistakable stupor of opium. I wakened her and taxed her with it ; she pro- tested her innocence vehemently, and not till I threatened to search her clothes did she con- fess that morphia had been sent to her in en- velopes, by post. She was very penitent, and wept profusely ; but there is no dependence to be placed upon a word she says. Such cases are very sad. My letter has grown to a greater length than I intended, but I know how anxious you are about your friend, and, indeed, we all take the greatest interest in him ourselves. I hope he % will pull through, though the real struggle comes within the next six weeks, and we shall soon know. I am trying to have him enter this closing effort in as good shape as possible ; still, I am not sanguine of the result : his will might CUPID, M.D, 99 break down at the last minute. You will be glad to hear that Mr. Pattison is much better, and gets about very comfortably in a Bath chair. With kind regards, I am sincerely yours, J. K. Rich, lOO CUPID, M.D. XXI. Eliot Blake to John Wykeham. March 20th. I am not fit to write to you. I loathe my- self. I shall never overcome this fearful thing. Don’t write to me. Don’t say a word to me. Dr. Rich knows all about it. I had three hundred grains in my portmanteau, and yester- day — like a fool — like a FOOL — I yielded to it. This was worse than the other time, and all my courage is gone — this time forever. Nothing short of a miracle can save me now. Nothing short of a miracle, unless O Jack, I am a miserable creature ! I vacillate so ! Can there be a ray of hope for me ? I was going on so well. Strange to say, to-day I have been content with my regular dose, but I CUPID, M,D. lOI suppose the effect of my excess is cumulative, and has lasted over to-day. All the house will know of it. I went sound asleep in the draw- ing-room, and staggered about so when I woke up that they all thought I was drunk, especially Mrs. Poynter. And to my great regret, Dr. Rich thought it necessary to inform her of the true state of the case, and now it will be public property, for she is an incurable gossip. He does not know her so well as I do. Though I have been on the point of telling Lily all about this vile habit, and throwing myself on her mercy, so to speak, yet I have never quite mustered up the courage, and she is still in the dark. Sooner or later, however, she would have to knoVv of it. But I should prefer to tell her myself. It won’t make much difference, though. I have lost her now. Since I wrote the above Dr. Rich has been in. He asked me to give him the morphia, and I was about to do so, but Dr. Martin 102 CUPID, M.D, appeared just at that moment, and handed it back to me ! Bless his old heart ! He said it must be all or nothing with me, and I feel comforted to think that he still has a vestige of confidence in me. Now this is what I mean when I say I vacillate so ; when I began this note, I felt utterly despondent ; now, after a single word of encouragement, I feel as if there might still be some hope. Shall I set the miserable stuff out on my table and say to it, ^‘Are you Eliot Blake’s master, or am I?” Or shall I give it all up — and die ? Dear old man, my excuse for inflicting all this on you is simply that there is no other human being to whom I can talk as I can to you. Forgive me. Don’t answer this. You could only reproach me. Ah, woe is me ! Yours, E. B. CUPID, M.D, 103 XXII. Miss Lily Pattison to Miss Caroline Perkins. The Hygienic Hotel, March 22, 1878. Dearest Carrie : Your letter has just reached me, and it really is odd that you should ask so much about Mr. Blake, for I confess that to-day he has the lion's share of my thoughts, as I heard a terri- ble piece of news about him. I told you there was a mystery connected with him, and it has resolved itself into a very simple yet very fright- ful fact. He takes opium. That Mrs. Poynter told me all about it yesterday. Of course she found out all about it. Carrie, I positively detest that woman. Instead of sympathizing with poor Mr. Blake, she almost seemed to 104 CUPID, M.D. gloat over her discovery. I presume she has informed every one in the house by this time. Isn’t it awful ? I believe it’s a great deal worse than drinking, but I don’t know much about it. The worst of it is, according to Mrs. Poynter, that he had almost got cured of the habit, and then relapsed into it again. I feel so sorry for him ! If I could only do some- thing to help him ! I haven’t seen him for two or three days, but when I do I think I must speak to him about it. I cannot tell you how good and lovely he has been to me. Almost every day he has' planned something for our pleasure ; and will you believe it, mamma, who couldn’t abide him at first, is really fond of him. We have learned so much about Eng- land from him and his friends. You remember how much I regretted having to come here at first ? Well, now I am very glad we came. We have explored this lovely county of Mid- dlesex, and even parts of Surrey, very thor- CUPID, M.D. 105 oughly ; I told you about our picnic the day we went to Wickfield, and since then we have been to several other great houses, and have been all over this part of the Thames. I have never seen anything, in its way, so exquisite as the Thames. I often go to Brentford and Kew Bridge, just to look at it. Sometimes I drive in a little pony-chaise we have hired, and some- times I walk ; and I have grown to bless papa for making me wear low-heeled shoes, like these English girls. You know, dear, that ever since I have been old enough to under- stand anything, the wickedness of wearing high heels has been faithfully dinned into my ears ; and I am glad of it now, for I think nothing of five miles. The leaves will be out soon, and then everything will be lovelier still. I am so much grieved over poor Mr. Blake that I cannot think of anything else. So much is now explained to me ! All that restless, un- easy, haunted look in his eyes, and his depres- io6 CUPID, M,D. sion at times. To be sure, I can only guess, but I feel certain that all this depression has been caused by that horrid opium ; for he is too noble a man to rest tranquilly under such a ban. I know him so well now : and though he would never guess it, I can sometimes read his thoughts in his face. Since I last wrote to you he has not said a word that could be consid- ered love-making- — that is, exactly. I am glad of this. Somehow he has contrived to make himself pleasant — far pleasanter than if he were making love. Just think of the state he must be in ! As for that Mrs. Poynter, I shall never be able to endure her. The idea of saying to mamma that Mr. Blake was a dangerous companion for a young girl ! I shall cer- tainly not show him the cold shoulder now that he is in trouble, especially since he has been so kind. And as for her opinion, I do not value it very highly. Sarah says they say CUPID, M,D. 107 rather queer things about her in the servants' hall. This letter is all about Mr. Blake, but I have no time to add more, except to thank you once more, dear, for all the pleasant home news. Give my love to them all, and write again very soon to Your loving Lily. P.S. — Neutral greens and browns are to be worn a great deal this spring, I hear. I have a lovely navy blue serge for walking. Got the stuff at Swan & Edgar's. CUPID, M,D. loS XXIIL Lily’s Diary. March 29th. We are going to leave here to- morrow ! The most dreadful things have hap- pened ! And I have never seen papa in such a state ! I must put it all down. Yesterday morning I met Mr. Blake in the grounds. It was the first time I had seen him for several days, and I was shocked with his appearance, he was so haggard and worn. There were dark lines round his eyes, and his cheeks were sunken and almost colorless. He raised his hat, and was going to pass on, but I stopped him. ‘‘I haven’t seen you for a perfect age,” I said. I am afraid you haven’t been well.” CUPID, M.D, 109 ‘‘No/' he replied, “I have been very far from well. May I walk a little v/ay with you ? “ Certainly you may." He spoke so timidly that I answered rather emphatically, to reas- sure him. I knew what was passing through his mind. “ I scarcely feel as if I ought to ask even this favor of you," he said, sadly. “ I dare say you have heard — something about me, haven’t you ? " “Oh, in a place of this kind, one is always hearing more or less tittle-tattle. They haven't anything else to do." “ But you did hear something, didn't you ? " he continued. “ Pray, tell me, because, if you didn't, I want to tell you myself." “Well, Mr. Blake, to be perfectly honest, I suppose I know what you mean. They do say that you are " I hesitated. “ Oh, say it right out," he interrupted, wav- no CUPID, M.D, ing his cane wildly in front of him. ‘‘ I ought to be used to it by this time. They say that I take opium — or morphia, which is worse — that I am an opium-eater, or an opium-drunkard. Well, it is so. It is all true. I am just what they say I am.'’ ‘‘ I am so sorry ! ” I said. I have been meaning to tell you about it for a long time past. Several times I have been on the point of it. It is very good of you to say you are sorry. Perhaps you have a clew now to my state of mind lately. You can guess what I have suffered. I have been possessed with a feverish desire to conquer the habit be- fore you knew of it, but, as you see, I have failed." “ But you are not going to give it up ? " I asked. ‘‘ I mean, you are still resolved to overcome it, aren't you ? " Oh, yes," he replied, if I possibly can, but I have lost courage lately. It never was CUPID, M,D. Ill my fault that I drifted into it. The horrible poison got a hold upon me before I knew it. I don’t believe one doctor in fifty realizes the responsibility he assumes when he gives his patient opium. Oh, if you only knew how I have struggled to free myself from it ! I an- swered quack advertisements, I did everything under the sun. The habit grew in spite of it all, until at last I came here, on a sort of for- lorn hope. For over two months I have fought it steadily, aided by every help that science could afford me, and with a motive of my own, into the bargain, that I deemed more potent than all the resources of the pharmacopoeia. You know what I mean. But it is of no use, I fear. It seems like hoping against hope, now.” Ah, don’t say that, Mr. Blake ! ” Oh, I am still keeping at it, but all my pluck seems to have vanished. The doctors try and cheer me up, and say that this relapse of the other day was due to a too rapid reduc- II2 CUPID, M.D. tion of the quantity I am taking. You know I have been pursuing a systematic course of treatment. But I beg your pardon. I ought not to bother you with all this.'' He seemed so forlorn and miserable that I resolved to encourage him not to abandon hope, if I could. So I said: ‘‘It doesn't bother me at all, Mr. Blake. I feel a great deal of sympathy for you. You have been so kind to us, and you are almost the only person we know at all well in England. I wish you could get over it. Tell me how it was you came to give way the other day. Perhaps it might help you to talk about it to some one." “Do you really care about it? Is it really anything to you what becomes of me ? Oh, if I thought you — if I thought it made any differ- ence to you, I think I should be strong enough for anything ! ” His manner changed, and the deep dejection of his air changed almost into enthusiasm. CUPID, M,D. I did not mean that exactly. You are such a volcano!’’ I added, smiling. ‘‘What I mean is that I do admire above all things power of will, and I was really sorry when I heard that you had allowed yours to relax. Tell me how it happened.” “ Oh, I can’t, I can’t,” he replied. “ It’s too humiliating to speak of, to you of all people in the world. But if I thought you really cared ” “ Mr. Blake, excuse me if I say I don’t think you take exactly the right view of it. You oughtn’t to be influenced by me, or any one else, that way. Do you think you go to the right place for help ? Of course I don’t know, and perhaps I oughtn’t to ask.” He was silent for a moment. “ I cannot defend myself,” he said at length, in a low voice. “ Prayer seems a sort of mockery lately. I know I ought to pray, but I don’t, somehow. I wish I could.” 8 CUPID, M.D. 114 ‘‘ If you wish it, why don’t you pray, then? ” I asked him. ‘‘I am so sure that is the only thing ! I do not profess to be good, and if you knew me better, you would see how very far I fall short of my own ideal of Vv^hat I ought to be. But I believe that if we pray hard enough for anything that seems clearly to be right, our prayers will be granted. One Sunday papa took me to St. Paul’s, to hear one of your most famous preachers, and he preached at least an hour, I should think, upon the efficacy of prayer. It was a very fine sermon, and every one seemed greatly impressed with it, but it conveyed very little to me. In the first place, I couldn’t understand it all, and then I confess that I prefer to regard prayer, like faith and other sacred things, as less a matter of reason- ing than of instinct. According to my view, the faith of the little child is of more value than all the arguments of theologians. Every- thing that has come right so far in my life CUPID, M,D, 115 has been due to my praying for it. I am sure of that.'’ ^‘Yes, but look at the difference between your life and mine," said he. ‘‘You have grown up under such different conditions. I believe, in reality, very much what you believe, but with women matters of that sort assume such a different aspect. You are shielded from your cradle, and stainlessness of life is indis- pensable to you ; your whole temper and habit is favorable to virtue, and faith, and prayer. With men, the world at large condones what would be unpardonable in women ; and many men, like myself, who are not governed by the highest of motives, drift into careless habits without half realizing what they are doing. If I had seen you three years ago, I should be a very different man now — yet I must not quite say that, for this habit of the opium grew up against my will, and, at first, almost without my knowledge. Do you know, when you say CUPID, M.D. ii6 to me that I ought to pray and go to the right place for help, I feel like a convict. Oh, listen to me,’’ he said, as I was about to pro* test. ‘'You know you have unbounded influ- ence with me. I care more for what you say, and for your good opinion, than for all the rest of the world put together. Let me just tell you this : I will pray, and not because you wish it either, but because I know it is right ; and if you will only wish me God-speed in it, I will make one more effort, but this time it will be kill or cure.” He looked at me pleadingly, and held out his hand. I don’t know why it was, but my eyes filled with tears, and, guided by some curious impulse, I put my hand in his. It was like touching an electric battery. “ Oh, Lily, Lily,” he burst forth, “say one word to help me ! One word from you, and I will swear to give up the opium forever ! I will anyhow, on the chance ! Listen,” he said, CUPID, M,D. 117 speaking very slowly, and holding my hand as if he would crush the bones ; I will not make any rash or absurd promise. I believe they would not permit me to discontinue it all at once, as it might occasion great risk ; but I do here and now solemnly swear that if I am alive on the 1st of May this year, 1878, I will never again touch or take any form of opium ; I swear this by the love I bear you, so help me God ! ” I was frightened by his vehemence. But I felt so glad that he had made the promise ! Are you perfectly sure you will keep it? I asked, at length. ‘‘ Perfectly ! I shall not fail this time. Now, I tell you what I am going to do. I am going to stay in my room here till I get well, and I shall never look upon your face again unless I do get well. And I have kept my word this time about the love-making, too, haven’t I ? ” Pretty well,” I said, with a faint effort to smile. ii8 CUPID, M,D. ‘‘Only pretty well?'' he asked. “Do you know what I want to do, every minute ? I long to fold you to my heart, and — ^no ! no ! I will not say it. This is good-by. Let me look into your eyes, just one moment.” I cannot explain the curious fascination Mr. Blake's eyes have always exercised upon me, especially when he looks intently and fixedly, as he did then. I was powerless to move. All of a sudden his face changed ; the basilisk- look vanished, and in its stead I could see a perfect world of tenderness in his gaze. He drew near to me, and whispered, half under his breath, “ My love ! My love ! '' He didn t kiss me, but he whispered quickly in my ear, “Just for one instant!” and he touched my cheek — my left cheek — with his, and brushed it lightly across, and — oh, how can I describe it ? In that second I believe I loved him ! The scales fell from my eyes, and I under- stood 1 I knew that I loved him ! It was a CUPID y M.D, 119 moment of bliss, but it v/as destined to be brief ; for just as I was on the point of rushing away, but before we had either of us moved, a chair, wheeled by one of the bathmen, turned the corner of the walk, and in it was seated — PAPA ! It was the most embarrassing moment I ever passed. There I was, half-embraced by a gen- tleman, and apparently — nay, in reality — con- senting to the whole proceeding. I thought at once of the impossibility of explaining it to papa. But something had to be done. I turned hurriedly and walked off in the oppo- site direction, leaving Mr. Blake to face papa alone. What passed between them I am ignorant of ; but within a quarter of an hour papa sent for me. The minute I saw him I knew he was in a rage. ‘‘ Lily,*’ he said, ‘‘ I presume you have some 120 CUPID, M.D. explanation of the extraordinary performance I interrupted just now/* ‘‘No, papa, I am afraid I can’t explain it — that is, very well.” “Then I should think you would be ashamed of yourself.” “ I have done nothing that I am ashamed of.** “ Well,** said he, “ I am ashamed of you, at any rate. To see you standing there, with a comparative stranger hugging and kissing you ** “Papa! He wasn’t hugging and kissing me 1 ** “ 1 say, with a comparative stranger “ Papa ! Will you please let me explain 1 ** “ Explain ! I just asked you to explain, and you said you had no explanation to give.” “That was because I despaired of ever mak ing clear to you something that I can hardly CUPID, M.D. 121 understand myself. But if you think so badly of me, perhaps I had better not attempt any explanation, after all.'’ And I turned to leave the room, for I was rapidly getting angry. ‘‘ Lily, wait a minute. I will be perfectly reasonable with you. You surely cannot ex* pect me to be pleased with what I saw this afternoon." ** Papa, if I had ever misconducted myself it would be different. But you know perfectly well that no one of my gentlemen friends has ever taken a liberty with me. And mamma knows it, too." The tears were now' all ready to flow. Papa hates crying, but I couldn't help it. ‘‘Yes," said he, “you've always been a good girl. That's why I don't understand this business. What had he been saying to you ? " “ He had been telling me about his illness," I replied, between sobs. “ His illness ! Why, child, that's one of the 122 CUPID, M.D, commonest devices of these plausible fellows. You shouldn't be misled by a smooth exterior. Mrs. Poynter has told your mother that this young man's habits are shocking, and that he has been noted for his philandering propen- sities." Yes," I replied energetically, and if what Sarah hears is true, Mrs. Poynter had better look after her own habits, instead of comment- ing on other people's. I know Mr. Blake much better than she does." Well, you may depend upon it she is right in this instance. I am told that he cannot exist without opium ; and I prefer not to have any such man dangling about you. You are not old enough, Lily, to know that attentions from such men mean absolutely nothing. They coax and delude girls into folly, and never dream of honestly proposing to them ; not that I should ever want him to propose to you, goodness knows.'* CUPID, M.D, 123 ‘‘ It happens that you are mistaken, papa, for Mr. Blake has already proposed to me, more than once/* ‘‘What?’* papa shouted. “Proposed to you ? And when, pray ? Without a word to me ! And why have I never been informed of this ? ” “ Because you were so unwell, papa, that we thought it better not to worry you with • , ft it. “ ‘ We ! ’ And who does ‘ we ’ mean ? You don’t mean to say you have accepted him ? ” “No, papa, I refused him. By ^we’ I meant mamma and I. I think I will go to her now.” And I went to the door. “ You may ask her if it will be convenient for her to leave this place to-morrow. Do you hear ? To-morrow.” And then I escaped, and went into mamma’s room, and she comforted me. What should I do without her ! I told her everything that 124 CUPID, M,D, had happened. But there was something I didn’t tell even her. So we are to leave this strange place, to which I came with such regret ! And we are going nobody knows where ! Good-by — to Dudington ! CUPID, M.D. 125 XXIV. Eliot Blake to John Wykeham. Dudington, April yth. Dear Jack : She is gone ! For a week I have not seen her. I tell you what it is, Jack, if there ever was an angel on this earth, it is that girl. You haven't answered my last note, and I am rather glad of it, for thanks to a kind word from Lily, I have started again, and this time there must be no failure, for oh, my dear old man, I have a new hope ! A lover's instinct is very keen, and I would almost stake my life on her com- ing to love me, if I can only succeed now. You have no idea what lovely things she said to me, and I felt like a perfect brute all the while. Her father stumbled upon us at an unlucky 126 CUPID, M.D, moment, and looked daggers at me, but if I can only get her, I don’t care for all the fathers in Christendom. Now, I swore by all I hold holy that this time I turn my back on opium forever. I have said as much before, but never to her, and this time I am going to do it, if it kills me. I am in bed now, so you will excuse a very shabby let- ter. I am resolved to make quick work of the morphia, and have cut it down tremendously the last week. Just think, I am now taking but two grains a day, one at ten o’clock in the morning, and the other at five in the evening. I have to take a sleeping-draught of bromides, though, and my nerves are all shattered, as my writing testifies. But it is something of a victory to have cut the dose down to this point. Something ! It is almost everything. I have only strength for a word more, for though I write courageously I am very low, I want you to come to me, now, at once, and CUPID, M.D. 127 help me. No matter what you are doing, do come down here. I need all the help I can get, and I cannot bear to be alone, for fear the terrible stuff will master me. Yet I don't want to give up the supply I have, for that would be so cowardly. I know I am asking a good deal of you, but won't you come ? Good heavens ! How I crave it ! It seems as if I couldn't wait another minute. I feel that sick, shivering thrill all over my skin. When that is on me I always think of the divine pity I saw in her face that day — that gentle, troubled look. I know that it is almost madness to hope for her still, but I do, never- theless. She is my talisman, my star, my guardian angel. It is hoping almost against hope, but still I hope on. It is forever the law of my members warring against the law of my mind. Come to me now, and help me. Yours, as always, E. B. 128 CUPID, M.D. >• XXV. John Wykeham to Lady Gore. The Hygienic Hotel, April 26, 1878. My Dear Lady Gore : I think he has turned the corner now. I send you the notes I have taken during the past few days. I never saw such suffering — nor such heroism. He is terribly w^asted and feeble, but I believe there is no doubt of his pulling through. I have given him all your messages, but he begs me to ask you not to come on at present. I hear that the Pattisons are in the Isle of Wight. I am certain that there was something between Eliot and Miss Pattison before they left. Indeed, this Mrs. Poynter, whom I be- lieve I mentioned to you, insists upon it that CUPID, M.D. 129 Mr. Pattison is very angry with his daughter for encouraging Eliot, and has changed his headquarters in consequence. I should be greatly inclined to doubt this statement, as she is clearly prejudiced against the girl. I know well enough, from what Eliot has said himself, that the girl had shown him no encour- agement whatever up to the time of my last visit, and she refused him twice, to my knowl- edge. And I think that Eliot would tell me at once if there had been any arrangement or understanding between them. As you will see from my notes, the devotion of these doctors, especially in the case of Dr. Rich, has been extraordinary. Nothing could exceed their kindness, and we are all a little fagged after the terrible anxiety of the night before last, so I will ask you to excuse a hurried letter, and believe me. Yours, very faithfully, J. Wykeham. 9 130 CUPID, M.D. I arrived here on the 13th, but my notes begin on the i/th, when I first began to feel anxious. April 17th. Dr. Rich informed me to-day that the exact quantity of morphia Eliot was taking daily is a grain and a quarter. It is a fearful strain upon the poor fellow. He won’t stay still a minute ; he seems to get some relief from kicking his legs in the bed, and waving his arms to and fro like a person swimming. Sometimes nothing will keep him in bed, and he gets up and paces the room like a tiger in a cage. In fact, I call this “ tigering,” when I try and cheer him up by making a little fun. I read aloud to him a good deal, especially at night, when he is trying to get to sleep. Dr. Rich first gives him a draught containing the bromides of potassium and sodium, hyoscyamus, ginger, etc., and then I begin on one of my law briefs, and If that fails, I try Harvey’s Meditations.” The latter scarcely ever fails to CUPID, M.D. 131 produce a sound slumber. I have a cot in his room, and Green, a nurse he has hired here, sleeps in the next room. April 18th. No reduction to-day, as Eliot passed a bad night. He was so poorly this morning that he asked for his ‘‘ pack at eight o’clock, so we gave it to him. This operation consists in dipping a sheet into strong mustard water, and then winding it round him till he resembles a mummy. He likes it, and keeps it on about an hour and a half. Dr. Rich says it tones him up. Anything that occupies his time is of great service. His appetite is gone for the time being. He eats a little toast moistened with raw beef-juice, with a little pepper and salt, but rarely any- thing more substantial, except a mouthful of egg now and then. He has his malt extract, and his wheat extract, and four or five glasses of port in the course of the day. The one thing he seems to enjoy is getting 132 CUPID, M.D. me to talk about Miss P. That he never tires of. There is no doubt about it, he really is in love at last. He will enlarge on her perfections by the hour, and I listen patiently and put in a Yes, indeed,^' or I believe you, my boy,'* or something of the sort occasionally. Now, Miss Pattison is an exceptionally lovely young lady, but she is not the perfect goddess Eliot makes her out to be. Queer. Wish I could feel that way about a girl. April 19th. Night. Eliot is awake and al- most crazy. This morning the dose was cut down to one grain precisely. He implored Dr. Rich to tell him exactly how much he was tak- ing. Dr. Rich was silent for a moment, but Dr. Peck, who was also present, said, “Just one grain." Then Eliot raised himself up, and said : “ Not another atom of the stuff will I touch. Doctor, do you hear me ? Not another atom." They tried to reason with him, assuring him CUPID, M,D. 133 that it would be easier to cut the grain up into tenths, and spend several days over it, but he wouldn’t hear of it. It would only prolong this torture,” said he. I suppose 1 shall get used to going with- out it in time, shan’t I ? ” They told him that undoubtedly he would, but that it would be much harder for him at present. ‘‘ I don’t care,” he replied. ‘‘I can’t stand this suspense any longer. And no matter what I suffer for a time, the delight of really throw- ing it behind me will more than make up for that.” So he has had none since ten o’clock this morning, and his condition is truly pitiable. He could not bear the reading to-night, and Dr. Martin and Dr. Peck were almost on the point of giving him a little hydrate of chloral, but they finally decided not to, as Dr. Rich was opposed to it. I agree with Rich that the CUPID, M,D, 134 chloral might be almost as bad as the morphia. Eliot settled it, however, without our aid, for he caught the word ‘‘ chloral,’’ and pricked up his ears. What’s that ? Chloral ? I won’t take any chloral. It’s just as bad as the other.” Every hour he seems to grow more restless and miserable. At times, however, he will shout out for joy over his freedom. I shall do it yet ! ” he exclaimed just now. ‘‘Jack, do you know why I wouldn’t take the chloral ? She said one day that she thought it a very dangerous thing to take.” “ And so it is,” said I. “ Now try and go to sleep, old man.” “Sleep! I feel as if I should never sleep again.” But the bromides finally told, and he is now dozing in a troubled way, and I shall try and get some rest myself. April 20th. Much as yesterday, except that CUPID, M.D, 135 he eats almost less than he did, and is rather weaker. April 22d. The doctors are getting a little anxious, I think. Eliot can scarcely retain any nourishment at all, and his whole system shows signs of collapse. They say it is to be ex- pected, but I fancy they wish he had not cut off the last grain so suddenly. He perspires profusely and is in an agony of restlessness. He said this morning, I feel as if the top of my head would come off.'' Dr. Rich tells me that this is all natural. If you muffle up the nerves with opium for two years," he said, you must expect all this when you unmuffle them. It is a nakedness of the nerves, so to speak, and is exquisitely pain- ful. You notice how his eyes water, for in- stance. That is because the lachrymal gland finds work so unusual that it is working to ex- cess. I wish he could eat, though. We must keep his strength up, somehow. I think I 136 CUPID, M,D, must give him a little brandy. We must look out, however, that he doesn’t get up a fondness for spirits at this juncture.’^ I am nearly worn out myself, and am going to lie down for a bit and let Green take a turn. April 24th, or rather, April 25th, as it is nearly four o’clock A.M. No entry yesterday, as I was too anxious. At last, thank God, he has taken some nourishment. All day yester- day he grew weaker, and toward evening be- gan to wander a little in his head. The greater part of to-day he has been positively delirious, except when taking his various medicines, when he never failed to ask, “ Is there any opium in it ? If there is, I won’t touch it. Don’t deceive me.” He seems to fancy that we are going to give him a little, without his knowledge, to comfort him. It is sorrowful to see him, a wreck of his old self, lying there, talking incoherently about Lily, and opium, and everything under the sun. Every little CUPID, M.D. 137 while he will spout poetry, especially the lines from Kubla Khan,'' “ Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair — ” and so on to the end — '' the milk of Paradise," when once he burst out and almost shrieked, They ought to call it the milk of hell. But poets never call a spade a spade." Yet, in all his delirium, his resolution has never wavered. He has, apparently, some notion of the state he is in. Only once to-day has he been perfectly coherent in his speech. ** Jack," he said, quickly and naturally. What is it, dear old fellow ? " I asked. If I die, tell her I stuck to it." Then he went off raving again. Green noticed a change to-night, for the worse, as he thought, and, after a hurried con- sultation, the doctors prepared a strong dose of capsicum. Dr. Rich said to me : CUPID y M,D. If his stomach will retain this a few moments, it will give it a temporary tone, and he may be able to take some nourishment. What is there ready here ? ” I told him there was some cold bouillon and some milk. Just the thing,** he replied. Have a little " of the bouillon ready in a wine-glass.” Then he sat down on the bed, and induced Blake to sit up, telling him he had some sherry and bitters to give him an appetite. Only,** he added, I have put a little dash of cayenne in it, to tone you up. It’s a sort of pick-me-up, you know. Now drink it, that’s a good fellow. There’s no opium in it. So Blake drank it, and at once began to splutter and cough at a great rate. ‘‘By Jove,” he exclaimed, as soon as he could speak, “ you’ve given me liquid fire.” “ Lie down,” said the doctor, soothingly, CUPID, M,D. 139 and keep quiet for a minute/’ Then, turning to me, Give me the wine-glass.” He was right. Instantly Eliot began to com- plain, Tm all on fire inside. For pity’s sake give me a drink.” Here, take this nice beef-tea,” said the doctor. It’s cold.” ‘‘Ah,” said Eliot, “that’s good. More, please.” “ No more for a few minutes,” said the doc- tor. “If you lie still five minutes, you shall have another drink.” So he lay still. The second time we gave him a small quantity of milk, and kept alter- nating the two every ten or fifteen minutes for a couple of hours. Then Dr, Peck said : The crisis is past now. He will sleep soon, and this nourishment will give him strength. Watch him very closely.” And he went to bed, leaving Green, Dr. Rich, and myself in charge. 140 CUPID, M.D. All night we have cared for him. The sun is now rising, and I shall take a little rest, thank- ful that he is doing better. April 26th. Morning. Thank Heaven, ever since that dose of capsicum Eliot has been gaining ground. His mind is quite clear to-day, and he is to have a little chicken, minced on toast. I find that Dr. Peck scarcely expected him to live through that night. It was a closer shave than I imagined. Eliot has just asked me what day of the month it was. I told him, ‘‘ Five days to spare,*' he said, thoughtfully. ‘‘ I owe it all to her. I wonder if she will let me thank her the way I want to ? " To which oracular reflection I made no reply. CUPID, M.D. 141 XXVL Eliot Blake, Dudington, to Miss Lily Pattison, Care of J. Pattison, Esq., Brown, Shipley & Co., London, May i, 1878. I have kept my word. Thank God, I am once more a free man. May He ever bless you for what you have done for me. E. B. 142 CUPID, M,D. XXVII. Lily’s Diary. Niton, Isle of Wight, July 27, 1878. I haven’t written a word since we have been here. I have been restless and nervous nearly all the time, though if ever there was a lovely spot, it is this. The Royal Sandrock Hotel, as they call the tiny house where we are stay- ing, is as nearly as possible my ideal of an English inn. This part of the Isle of Wight is called the ‘‘ Undercliff,” and our little hotel nestles beneath a wooded knoll in the most picturesque fashion, with many gables and bays giving the building a character of its own. A porch, paved with red tiles, runs round three sides of the house, and ivy and CUPID, M,D. U3 other vines grow so thickly round the pillars as to give it the appearance of a veritable bower. This porch opens on a lawn such as is seen only in England, sloping down nearly to the sea, with St. Catharine’s lighthouse (the south- ernmost point of the island) coming in to add interest to the view. For hours together I sit on this lovely lawn, looking dreamily out to sea, watching the yachts and the iron-clads, for the channel is gay at this season. We all like it here. We have hired a pony- chaise from the livery stable in Ventnor, and our good landlord supplies us with a horse ; and that poor old beast takes us all over the island. We have seen nearly every church, village, and chine to be seen. Mamma actu- ally went down Blackgang Chine, but I thought she would never get up it again, and, as a con- sequence, the day we went to Shanklin she refused to stir from the carriage. Papa is nearly well enough to travel again, but we are 144 CUPID, M,D. all so much in love with this place that we are not likely to move for some time. All those weeks and months at Dudington seem like a dream. Papa never speaks of it, except in the most general way. I wonder — oh, I wonder about a great many things. Per- haps it would be better not to wonder so much, but I can’t help it. Not a word have I heard all this time, since that little note. And what a queer note it was ! I wonder if he knows where we are. July 30th. Alas ! Alas ! I felt all the time that something was wrong with him, and now we have heard. I fear there is no doubt of his having broken his word to me and going back again to that fatal drug. It is strange that we should have heard. That must be why he has never written and never came near us. I fear it is true. Th is morning was so lovely that I induced mamma to start with me on the longest excur- CUPID, M,D. 145 sion we have made yet, to Freshwater, to get a glimpse of Farringford and perhaps of Mr. Tennyson himself. The drive is over twenty miles each way, for after we had looked at the house, or, rather, at the great hedge which sur- rounds it, we went to see Alum Bay and the Needles. Then, when we went into the coffee- room of the hotel to get some lunch, whom should we encounter, of all the people in the world, but Mr. and Mrs. Poynter ! They greeted us with great effusion, and she called me Lily and kissed me, at which I was greatly surprised, for she never got quite to that point at Dudington. I can’t abide her, but we had to appear friendly. We sat down at their table, though I insisted on paying for what we ordered. Almost the first thing she said was that she had just come from Dudington, and that Mr. Blake was still there. ‘‘ They won’t let him go, you know,’' she added. 10 146 CUPID, M,D, And why not ? I asked. Oh, they have lost all confidence in him about that opium habit. Of course, they haven’t told me so in so many words, but it’s easy to put two and two together. He scarcely speaks to any one now, and it is a recognized fact in the house that he has given up all hopes of cur- ing himself.’^ “ But why are you so sure of this, pray ? ” I asked, with my heart sinking. You know, my dear,” she replied, with that odious, mysterious smile of hers, one is not always justified in saying all that one knows on such a subject. I can assure you, however, that I have very good reason for what I say. I am heartily sorry for him — such an accomplished man as he is. Lady Gore will feel very badly about it, I fear.” Do you know Lady Gore ? ” I inquired. ‘‘Well, no,” she replied, blushing a little, for she had made a slip, “ but I have heard so CUPID, M,D, H7 much of her from our mutual friends that I almost feel as if I did/’ We said nothing more about Mr. Blake after this. On the drive home I thought it all over, and have come to the sorrowful conclusion that it must be true. She wouldn’t dare to tell us point-blank lies. All those dreary miles I couldn’t talk, and mamma was so good, though she knew well enough why I was so miserable. Dear mamma ! I wonder if I shall ever be anything like as good as she is. No use writ- ing any more. August 29th. Another month ! * And once more news of Mr. Blake. ’ Oh, that lying woman ! The nasty hypocrite, going about and making mischief that way ! What a load is off my mind ! I was so foolish to believe a word that she said. My news — my good news — came through Mr. Wykeham. I was so glad to see him again ! He was so brown and so jolly, in a 148 CUPID, M.D. flannel shirt and knickerbockers, walking round the island with a Mr. Buchanan, a friend of his, who is also very agreeable, though I saw him but little. They had both been to see Mr. Blake at Dudington. He is so well,'' said Mr. Wykeham', as he and I were sitting on the lawn. ‘‘ He is quite his old self again, and must have gained thirty pounds." I felt a sort of thrill. For a month past I had pictured him in very different case. I said I was very glad to hear it. Yes," he continued ; of course you know what a struggle he has had in abandoning the use of morphine and similar anodynes. I was with him all through the crisis of it, after you left. I never saw a man suffer so. Once he got out of his bed and would have rolled on the floor, if we had let him, in perfect agony. But his courage never wavered. He has never touched opium since, and I am convinced he CUPID, M,D, 149 never will again. He has a deeply -rooted dread of it.’’ ‘‘ Are you perfectly sure ? ” I asked. ‘‘ Perfectly,” he said. ‘^Are you certain he has never taken any since — since the time you speak of? ” Absolutely certain. Why, have you any reason to think otherwise ? ” I hesitated. In a moment, however, I re- solved to tell him what I had heard. So I gave him a short account of my meeting with Mrs. Poynter. He got up and paced a few steps indignantly. I suppose it is natural that you should credit her yarns,” he said, for it is scarcely possible for you to know what a singular person she is in some respects. I don’t like to say such hard things of any one, but I cannot see Blake slan- dered by her without telling you that it is absolutely impossible for that woman to tell the truth. She is an inveterate gossip into the CUPID, M,D. 150 bargain, and apparently enjoys spreading false rumors about her acquaintances. What she says about Blake is utterly untrue. I know him as I know the palm of my hand, and I say it is utterly untrue. He never told a lie to my knowledge, and not three days since he was saying what a relief it was to have done with the morphia and all the substitutes, and to be able to go to sleep naturally at night, and all the rest of it. Besides, the doctors would know in a minute if he had relapsed into the habit again. Dr. Martin told me that a man once cured of this habit very rarely went back to it. They get afraid of it, you know.’’ But why does he stay on there ? ” I asked. Merely because they thought the regular regimen of the house, and the quiet life, would be beneficial to him. The Gores were there in May, and advised him to stay by all means. Oh, it’s outrageous that a woman can make trouble this way. She is pretty impartial, CUPID, M.D. though. I don’t doubt she has said equally bad things about me. Indeed, I could give you one or two tolerably spicy specimens of remarks she has made about you — that is, about your people.” ‘‘ About us ? ” I exclaimed. ‘‘ What in the world has she found to say about us ? ” ‘‘ I only remember one accurately, but there were several. She said, for example, that your father’s sciatica was all a humbug, and that the real reason why you were all at Dr. Martin’s was his confirmed intemperance, which was breaking your mother’s heart. What do you think of that ? ” We both burst out laughing, but my cheeks flamed. I shouldn’t repeat such a disagreeable re- mark, except to prove to what lengths that woman’s love of slander will carry her. Pray don’t think for an instant that any one would be so foolish as to believe her.” 152 CUPID, M,D. should hope not/* I said. Oh, how angry I was with her ! Saying such a thing about papa ! Then Mr. Wykeham, seeing my vexation, changed the subject, and went on to give me a little more news of Mr. Blake. He is much saddened and sobered by all he has gone through. A great change has come over him. It is scarcely to be wondered at. You ought to hear those doctors talk about him. They say there has never been such a cure in their experience. They followed out a regular system of reductions of his opium dose, you know, and Dr. Rich told me that they cut it off at a great rate at one time. I felt sure that he could do it, all the time, for I know the strength of his will. Everything that he has ever set his heart on, since he was a boy, he has succeeded in — that is, if it involved the will.** Everything ?** I asked. CUPID, M.D. 153 Everything/' he replied, looking me fair in the face. He has a very warm friend in you, Mr. Wykeham," I said. ‘‘ Yes/' said he, ‘‘ we have lived, and loved, and fought, and travelled, and eaten, and drunk together for a good many years now. I have hundreds of acquaintances, but I can count my intimate friends on one hand, and have a finger or two to spare at that. A friend that one can trust through thick and thin, in evil report and good report, as I can Blake, is the rarest bird I have ever encountered. It is the greatest relief to me in the world to think that he is at last emancipated from that awful habit." We sat a long time talking and looking out on the sea. When I went in I told mamma all about it, especially what Mrs. Poynter had / said. She will tell papa. That is the way I always communicate with papa when there isj anything special. 154 CUPID, M.D. XXVIII. John Wykeham to Eliot Blake. The Bedford Hotel, Brighton, September 5, 1878. My Dear Eliot : I have been meaning to write to you for two or three days past, but Buchanan and I have been on a walk, and I have postponed it from day to day in my usual fashion. We have been in the Isle of Wight, and struck the Pattisons at a little place called Niton. They are stay- ing at the Sandrock inn. You will perceive that I have some motive in favoring you with this epistle, and you will be right. I had a long conversation with the young lady herself, and discovered that Mad- ame Poynter, with her usual sweet-scented CUPID, M,D. 155 candor, had been treating the Pattison party to a singularly unique tarradiddle. It appears that in a chance encounter not long since she informed them that you had again relapsed into the habit you have so successfully aban- doned, and that your case had been pro- nounced hopeless by all your doctors and rela- tives. I need not say, my dear fellow, that I lost no time in contradicting such a falsehood as emphatically as I could. I even went so far as to quote one of the choicest Poynter fabri- cations, about Mr. Pattison having delirium tremens, and all that. You remember? I also took occasion, like the model Pythias that I am, to sound your praises in the most unblush- ing manner. I piled it on, I can tell you. Well, the long and short of it is that I advise you to give these lies their most emphatic refu- tation by presenting yourself at Niton in per- son. I think it would be better. Another thing : unless I am • greatly mis- CUPID, M.D. 156 taken, the girl takes more of an interest in you than you think. I attribute your present des- pondent state almost entirely to the reaction that must inevitably attend the peculiar effort you so lately made. If you had the courage to ask her when you were at your lowest, why not ask her now, when you have proved yourself a true man ? Of course, I am only surmising. You know as well as I can tell you that she made no sign. I may be all wrong, but I surely fancied I detected something in her voice that evening — some unconscious note of sympathy and tenderness. She is as charm- ing as ever, full of loveliness and grace, with the same delicious earnestness in her eyes. Now, if I haven't done the whole duty of a man, may I be hung, drawn, and quartered. As a friend, I regard myself as warranted to suit the most fastidious. Let me hear from you soon. Yours always, Jack. CUPID, M,D, 157 XXIX. Eliot Blake to John Wykeham. The Crab and Lobster, Ventnor, I. of W., September 9, 1878. Here I am, my dear Jack, as you see. I started as soon as I could arrange to leave, and have put up here, as I did not want to be in the same house with them under existing cir- cumstances. I have been out there, but I didn’t see her. I have had a strange talk with her father, and I am at this moment on the crisis of my fate. My heart is very full. Shall I open it to you, my old and tried friend ? I am alone in a strange room, the soft salt air is blowing in the window, and I can hear the breakers rolling in 158 CUPID, M,D. through the stillness of the night. I cannot sleep. I may as well write. First, let me tell you of the day. I caught the eleven o’clock boat from Portsmouth to Ryde, and came on here by train. Then I hired a trap and drove to Niton, where I en- countered the old gentleman himself, sitting in a sea chair on the lawn. He was decidedly frosty in his manner, and when I inquired for the ladies, informed me that they were gone to London for a day’s shopping. After a few unimportant remarks, I resolved to plunge at once ill inedias res, Mr. Pattison,” I said, you are doubtless surprised to see me here.” He replied with some polite commonplace, but I could see that my presence was not altogether an unmixed joy. He and I have never taken to one another much, as you may have noticed. I thoroughly respect him, and consider him by far the best specimen of an CUPID, M,D. 159 elderly American I ever met ; but I am not sufficiently well up in scientific subjects to be good company to him. He is quite a student of social ethics, also, and the only topics on which we have been able to talk with any special interest were the condition of my miners, and distinctions of political or social usage in this country, or something of that sort. Now, however, when I had a definite purpose in view, it was a different matter. The reality of the whole situation flashed upon me. You well know that I am not given to want assur- ance, but I confess I found some difficulty in saying what I had to say. The real trouble, back of it all, is the sense of my own unworthi- ness. When I asked her before, I was probably all braced up with opium. Since my recovery I have felt a strange diffidence about asking her again ; I might almost say I shrunk from it, ardently as I love her ; yet here I was confront- ing her own father. i6o CUPID, M.D, I am anxious to speak to you for a few moments on a subject that to me, at least, is of the utmost importance/' My voice trem- bled a little, but it passed off in a moment. May I ask for a few minutes in private with you ? " Certainly, Mr. Blake," he replied, rather ceremoniously. Walk into our sitting-room." When we were comfortably seated, I began : What I have to say, Mr. Pattison, can be said in a very few words. I love your daugh- ter, and am here to-day to ask your permission to pay her my addresses." There was a moment of ominous silence. Unless I am misinformed, Mr. Blake, you have already done so without my permission." That is true," I answered, but I believe such a course is common enough. In England a man very rarely speaks to the young lady’s father until he has come to some sort of under- standing with the young lady herself, and I CUPID, M.D. i6i imagined that in America such matters were rather less rigidly defined than here/’ ‘‘And have you come to any definite under- standing with my daughter ? ” “ None whatever,” I replied, “ and I am bound to say that she has never shown me any en- couragement.” But did I not once see you in rather a compromising situation at Dudington ? ” I expected this. I don’t believe I ever told you about that little event. “ Mr. Pattison, I remember what you refer to, but I cannot give you any explanation of it that would be satisfactory to you. I can only say that the moment when I allowed myself to be carried beyond due bounds was no fault of hers, nor in any way the result of anything she had said to me. I was very weak at that time. I was scarcely master of my own actions. I am very much afraid that you do not regard me with much favor, Mr. Pattison. Of course I CUPID, M.D. 162 feel that in one sense your daughter is far be- yond and above me ; you could say nothing that could make me realize that more fully than I do ; but at the same time I cannot but hope that my very love for her will make me worthier of her, and as regards ordinary matters, per- haps something might be said in my favor. I am a member of the Church of England, I am a gentleman by birth and education, I have always lived reputably, as Sir William and Lady Gore would testify, and my means are sufficient to justify me in marrying.’* Here I proceeded to give him some statistics about the money matters. ‘‘ Mr. Blake,” he said, finally, interrupting me, “you will excuse me, but it is scarcely possible that you should understand my wishes about my girl. She is a good girl, and a great comfort to me, and is old enough to think of her establishment in life. My only wish is to secure her happiness. I do not dispute any of CUPID, M.D, these things you mention. I have a great re- spect for Sir William Gore, and, of course, for Lady Gore also, though I don’t know her so well. I should think your means were ample. But there are still one or two points which naturally present themselves. Supposing Lily were to accept you, where would be her home? ” We argued this question back and forth for some time. To me it is of very little conse- quence. He appeared to think otherwise. What earthly difference does it make ? Of course I shouldn’t want her to give up all her friends and relatives in the States. My idea would be to lead a semi-international life. If I win her, she will be country, and home, and everything else to me. You will note that so far he had made no al- lusion to the strongest objection of all. I knew that it could not be avoided, so I thought I would take the bull by the horns. 164 CUPID, M.D. There is,’’ I said, as you may be aware, one ground upon which a serious charge can be made, or perhaps I am now justified in say* ing could have been made against me. I pre- sume you know what I refer to ? ” ‘‘ You mean the opium habit ? ” I bowed. I was going to speak to you about that, Mr. Blake, and am glad that you introduced the subject. My principal information touch- ing it was derived from Mrs. Poynter, and I have had occasion myself to suffer from her slanderous remarks, so that I am inclined to mistrust anything she may say about others.” “ It is all true, Mr. Pattison. I mean, the fact is true. Probably she colored her version of my case pretty highly, as is her habit, so pray allow me to tell you the simple truth about it.” I then gave him the whole history of it all. We went into the veriest details, and he really CUPID, M,D. 165 became quite interested, as if it had no bear- ing on Lily. ‘‘ It certainly does you great credit,'’ he said, finally. But I suppose the question now hinges on your ability to abstain from opium in future." ‘‘ I am bound by the most solemn pledges never to touch it. I can give you nothing but my own assurance, but if you knew how I feel about this opium you would never give it a thought, I am sure. Nothing on earth could ever induce me to touch it. Besides, your friend. Dr. Martin, will tell you that a man once cured of that habit, rarely, if ever, returns to it. I have a genuine dread of its power. It weighed me down as if it had been a millstone round my neck. What is that story — ‘ The Iron Shroud’? You remember it? Well, that wretched prisoner, when he saw the walls of his dungeon closing upon him, did not suffer more than I when I saw my daily dose increas- CUPID, M,D. 1 66 ing and felt myself powerless to stop it. Do you think I could ever again yield myself to the clutches of such an accursed master ? Never. And who has made it possible for me to do this ? Lily ! I could never have done it without her. She has been my good angel, and do you suppose there is a man alive who could love her as I do ? You see I give my- self as hostage. Let me have but one chance with her now, at once, and that is all I ask.” Rather high ground this to take, but assur- ance always begets assurance. He evidently wavered. I fancied I could see what was pass- ing through his mind, and with many arguments and pleadings I followed up what I had said. The old gentleman seemed to grow a little tender-hearted himself. I think my earnestness worked upon him. He touched me very much when he opened his heart a little about her. She is my only child,” he said. ‘‘ From the day of her birth she has been the very light of CUPID, M.D, 167 my eyes. I am often hasty with her, as I am somewhat quick of temper, but she knows what I think of her. As I say, my only wish is to secure her happiness.’’ Well, the long and short of it is that though he may not give in immediately, I feel quite justified in speaking to her again. He didn’t say no, nor did he say yes. He took some time to think it over, and finally said he must speak to her before anything was arranged. But I gathered that if it should be her decided wish to accept me he would not oppose it. So I shall go over to-morrow and try my fate. Jack, this time settles it. I once thought that I should keep on asking her until she ac- cepted me, but I feel differently now. If she refuses me to-morrow it is forever. I am in two minds about going over there. Perhaps it would be better to write a word. They get back from London to-night. You see I don’t exactly like the idea of talking her into it. If CUPID, M.D. 1 68 she loves me, she knows it, and she will tell me. She once said to me, You have such a convincing way when you are talking, but when I am alone things are so different. When I am with you I think one thing ; when I am alone I am very apt to think another.’' Now if that is the case I want her to make up her mind by herself. I don’t care to win my Gene- vieve by any arts. The surrender must be complete, but it must be voluntary. I only hope I am not building too much upon what you fancied you saw. What will become of me if she refuses me ? I cannot tell. I should not feel any inclination to go to the dogs, or anything of that kind, it would be so cowardly and unworthy of the love I bear her. I think I should hire Gordon’s yacht, which he has offered me, and go to the East. I have never seen Constantinople. Perhaps new faces might distract me. I certainly should never wish to see any friends ; not even you. CUPID, M.D, 169 But why do I talk of failure ? Is love like mine to fail ? Can it be possible that this great, sweet, holy love is to come to nought ? Am I to go through the world unblessed with the one thing I crave with all my soul and strength ? No ! I must succeed ! And when she gives me herself, then I can repay her. Then I can consecrate to her every thought, and “ com- pass her about with sweet observances,'’ and love her and cherish her to the end. I will shower on her all that art and taste can make beautiful ; we will explore together the world itself. What would the sky, and the grass, and the trees be to me but for her ? Nature shall yield us all her treasures ; music shall minister to our delight ; the poets shall be our com- panions. “ ’Tis sweet to tread the scented heather, ’Tis sweet to brave both wind and weather, *Tis sweet to pass through life together, And this we’ll do, my love and I.” CUPID, M.D. 170 The night wanes. A bright streak flames in the East. Does this rose of dawn her the day that is to bring my rose to me ? Good-by. Eliot. CUPID, M.D. 171 XXX. Eliot Blake to Lily Pattison. Ventnor, September loth. You know why I am here. But I do not wish to look upon your face unless it can be forever mine. Whatever your answer is to be, I shall wait for it here. A word will be enough. E. B. 172 CUPID, M.D. XXXL Lily Pattison to Eliot Blake. Come ! September loth. Lily. THE END. . / 4