I went; sought the repository he had mentioned, found the articles named, and returned with them.
‘Now,’ said he, ‘go to the other side of the bed while I order his toilet; but don’t leave the room: you may be wanted again.’
I retired as directed.
‘Was anybody stirring below when you went down, Jane?’ inquired Mr. Rochester presently.
‘No, sir; all was very still.’
‘We shall get you off cannily, Dick: and it will be better, both for your sake, and for that of the poor creature in yonder. I have striven long to avoid exposure, and I should not like it to come at last. Here, Carter, help him on with his waist-coat. Where did you leave your furred cloak? You can’t travel a mile without that, I know, in this damned cold climate. In your room?—Jane, run down to Mr. Mason’s room,—the one next mine,—and fetch a cloak you will see there.’
Again I ran, and again returned, bearing an immense mantle lined and edged with fur.
‘Now, I’ve another errand for you,’ said my untiring master; ‘you must away to my room again. What a mercy you are shod with velvet, Jane!—a clod-hopping messenger would never do at this juncture. You must open the middle drawer of my toilet-table and take out a little phial and a little glass you will find there,—quick!’
I flew thither and back, bringing the desired vessels.
‘That’s well! Now, doctor, I shall take the liberty of administering a dose myself, on my own responsibility. I got this cordial at Rome, of an Italian charlatan—a fellow you would have kicked, Carter. It is not a thing to be used indiscriminately, but it is good upon occasion: as now, for instance. Jane, a little water.’
He held out the tiny glass, and I half filled it from the water- bottle on the washstand.
‘That will do;—now wet the lip of the phial.’
I did so; he measured twelve drops of a crimson liquid, and presented it to Mason.
‘Drink, Richard: it will give you the heart you lack, for an hour or so.’
‘But will it hurt me?—is it inflammatory?’
Drink! drink! drink!’ Mr. Mason obeyed, because it w
Drink! drink! drink!’ Mr. Mason obeyed, because it w
‘Now I am sure you can get on your feet,’ he said—‘try.’
The patient rose.
‘Carter, take him under the other shoulder. Be of good cheer, Richard; step out—that’s it!’
‘I do feel better,’ remarked Mr. Mason.
‘I am sure you do. Now, Jane, trip on before us away to the backstairs; unbolt the side-passage door, and tell the driver of the post-chaise you will see in the yard—or just outside, for I told him not to drive his rattling wheels over the pavement—to be ready; we are coming: and, Jane, if any one is about, come to the foot of the stairs and hem.’