back Catharine at once in order
that a doctor might be consulted. She returned; she did not really much
care where she was; and to the doctor she went. Dr. Turnbull was the
gentleman selected.

CHAPTER XVIII

Dr. Turnbull was the doctor who, it will be remembered, lived in the
square near the church. There was another doctor in Eastthorpe, Mr.
Butcher, of whom we have heard, but Dr. Turnbull's reputation as a doctor
was far higher than Mr. Butcher's. What Eastthorpe thought of Dr.
Turnbull as a man is another matter. Mr. Butcher was married, church-
going, polite, smiling to everybody, and when he called he always said,
"Well, and how are _we_?" in such a nice way, identifying himself with
his patient. But even Eastthorpe had not much faith in him, and in very
serious cases always preferred Dr. Turnbull. Eastthorpe had remarked
that Mr. Butcher's medicines had a curious similarity. He believed in
two classes of diseases--sthenic and asthenic. For the former he
prescribed bleeding and purgatives; for the latter he "threw in" bark and
iron, and ordered port wine. Eastthorpe thought him very fair for colds,
measles, chicken-pox, and for rashes of all sorts, and so did all the
country round. He generally attended everybody for such complaints, but
as Mr. Gosford said after his recovery from a dangerous attack, "when it
come to a stoppage, I thought I'd better have Turnbull," and Mr. Gosford
sent for him promptly.

Dr. Turnbull was born three or four years before the outbreak of the
French Revolution. He was consequently a little older than the great Dr.
Elliotson, whose memory some of us still piously cherish, and Dr.
Elliotson and he were devoted friends. Dr. Turnbull was tall, thin,
upright, with undimmed grey eyes and dark hair, which had hardly yet
begun to turn in colour, but was a little worn off his forehead. He had
a curiously piercing look in his face, so that it was impossible if you
told him an untruth not to feel that you were detected. He never joked
or laughed in the sickroom or in his consulting-room, and his words were
few. But what was most striking in him was his mute power of command, so
that everybody in contact with him did his bidding without any effort on
his part. He kept three servants--two women and a man. They were very
good servants, but all three had been pronounced utterly intractable
before they went to him. Master and mistress dared not speak to them;
but with D