you awake in the morning."
"There is no view ever repaid the toil of an ascent, Mr. Craggs, whether
it be to an attic or the Righi. Would you kindly tell my servant, Mr.
Schoefer, where to find me, and let him fetch the pillows, and put a
little rosemary in a glass of water in the room,--it corrects the odor
of the night-lamp. And I should like my coffee early,--say at seven,
though I don't wish to be disturbed afterwards. Thank you, Mr.
Craggs,--good-night. Oh! one thing more. You have a doctor here: would
you just mention to him that I should like to see him to-morrow about
nine or half-past? Good night, good night."
And with a smile worthy of bestowal upon a court beauty, and a gentle
inclination of the head, the very ideal of gracefulness, Sir Horace
dismissed Mr. Craggs, and closed the door.
CHAPTER IX. A MEDICAL VISIT
Mr. Schoefer moved through the dimly lighted chamber with all the
cat-like stealthiness of an accomplished valet, arranging the various
articles of his master's wardrobe, and giving, so far as he was able,
the semblance of an accustomed spot to this new and strange locality.
Already, indeed, it was very unlike what it had been during Harcourt's
occupation. Guns, whips, fishing-tackle, dog-leashes, and landing-nets
had all disappeared, as well as uncouth specimens of costume for boating
or the chase; and in their place were displayed all the accessories
of an elaborate toilet, laid out with a degree of pomp and ostentation
somewhat in contrast to the place. A richly embroidered dressing-gown
lay on the back of a chair, before which stood a pair of velvet slippers
worked in gold. On the table in front of these, a whole regiment of
bottles, of varied shape and color, were ranged, the contents being
curious essences and delicate odors, every one of which entered into
some peculiar stage of that elaborate process Sir Horace Upton went
through, each morning of his life, as a preparation for the toils of the
day.
Adjoining the bed stood a smaller table, covered with various
medicaments, tinctures, essences, infusions, and extracts, whose subtle
qualities he was well skilled in, and but for whose timely assistance he
would not have believed himself capable of surviving throughout the day.
Beside these was a bulky file of prescriptions, the learned documents of
doctors of every country of Europe, all of whom had enjoyed their little
sunshine of favor, and all of whom had ended by "mistaking his
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