At last, her eye rested upon an article which stood upon the table, and she started up impetuously from her chair.  She did this so suddenly, that the doctor’s hand fell beside him before he knew that she had risen.  The table was covered with all those implements which become so frequent about a house when severe illness is an inhabitant there.  There were little boxes and apothecaries’ bottles, cups and saucers standing separate, and bowls, in which messes have been prepared with the hope of suiting a sick man’s failing appetite.  There was a small saucepan standing on a plate, a curiously shaped glass utensil left by the doctor, and sundry pieces of flannel, which had been used in rubbing the sufferer’s limbs.  But in the middle of the debris stood one blank bottle, with head erect, unsuited to the companionship in which it was found.

‘There,’ she said, rising up, and seizing it in a manner that would have been ridiculous had it not been so truly tragic.  ’There, that has robbed me of everything—­of father and son; that has swallowed them both—­murdered them both!  Oh, doctor! that such a thing as that should ever cause such bitter sorrow!  I have hated it always, but now—­Oh, woe is me! weary me!’ And then she let the bottle drop from her hand as though it were too heavy for her.

‘This comes of barro-niting,’ she continued.  ’If they had let him alone, he would have been here now, and so would the other one.  Why did they do it? why did they do it?  Ah, doctor! people such as us should never meddle with them above us.  See what has come of it; see what has come of it!’

The doctor could not remain with her long, as it was necessary that he should take upon himself the direction of the household, and give orders for the funeral.  First of all, he had to undergo the sad duty of seeing the corpse of the deceased baronet.  This, at any rate, may be spared to my readers.  It was found to be necessary that the internment should be made very quickly, as the body was nearly destroyed by alcohol.  Having done all this, and sent back his horse to Greshamsbury, with directions that clothes for a journey might be sent to him, and a notice that he should not be home for some days, he again returned to Lady Scatcherd.

Of course he could not but think much of the immense property which was now, for a short time, altogether in his own hands.  His resolution was soon made to go at once to London and consult the best lawyer he could find—­or the best dozen lawyers should such be necessary—­as to the validity of Mary’s claims.  This must be done before he said a word to her or to any of the Gresham family; but it must be done instantly, so that all suspense might be at an end as soon as possible.  He must, of course, remain with Lady Scatcherd till the funeral should be over; but when that office should be complete, he would start instantly for London.