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"Quite, uncle; I am certain."
"Dear me! But they are reckoned to be perfectly wholesome food. I don't understand it. There, pick up the potatoes, and let's cut the cauliflowers. I'll go and see what's wrong."
Five minutes after the basket was handed in to Martha; and then the doctor washed his hands, changed his hat, and signified to Aunt Hannah where they were going.
"That's right, my dear, I thought you would," said the old lady, beaming. "Going too, Vane, my dear?"
"Yes, aunt."
"That's right. I hope you will find him better."
Vane hoped so, too, in his heart, as he walked with his uncle to the gardener's cottage, conjuring up all kinds of suffering, and wondering whether the man had been ill all the night; and, to make matters worse, a deep groan came from the open bedroom window as they approached.
Vane looked at his uncle in horror.
"Good sign, my boy," said the doctor cheerfully. "Not very bad, or he would not have made that noise. Well, Mrs Bruff," he continued, as the woman appeared to meet them at the door, "so Ebenezer is unwell?"
"Oh, yes, sir, dreadful. He was took badly about two o'clock, and he has been so queer ever since."
"Dear me," said the doctor. "Do you know what has caused it?"
"Yes, sir," said the woman, beginning to sob; "he says it's those nasty toadstools Master Vane brought, and gave me to cook for his tea. Ah, Master Vane, you shouldn't have played us such a trick."
Vane looked appealingly at his uncle, who gave him a rea.s.suring nod.
"You cooked them then?" said the doctor.
"Oh, yes, sir, and we had them for tea, and the nasty things were so nice that we never thought there could be anything wrong."
"What time do you say your husband was taken ill?"
"About two o'clock, sir."
"And what time were you taken ill?"
"Me, sir?" said the woman staring. "I haven't been ill."
"Ah! You did not eat any of the--er--toadstools then?"
"Yes, sir, I did, as many as Ebenezer."
"Humph! What time did your husband come home last night?"
"I don't know, sir, I was asleep. But I tell you it was about two when he woke me up, and said he was so bad."
"Take me upstairs," said the doctor shortly; and he followed the woman up to her husband's room, leaving Vane alone with a sinking heart, and wishing that he had not ventured to give the chanterelles to the gardener's wife.
He could not sit down but walked about, listening to the steps and murmur of voices overhead, meaning to give up all experiments in edible fungi for the future, and ready to jump as he heard the doctor's heavy step again crossing the room, and then descending the stairs, followed by Bruff's wife.
"Do you think him very bad, sir?" she faltered.
"Oh, yes," was the cheerful reply; "he has about as splitting a headache as a poor wretch could have."
"But he will not die, sir?"
"No, Mrs Bruff," said the doctor. "Not just yet; but you may tell him, by-and-by, when you get him downstairs, feeling penitent and miserable, that, if he does not leave off going to the Chequers, he'll have to leave off coming to the Little Manor."
"Why, sir, you don't think that?" faltered the woman.
"No, I do not think, because I am quite sure, Mrs Bruff. He was not hurt by your cookery, but by what he took afterward. You understand?"
"Oh, sir!"
"Come along, Vane. Good-morning, Mrs Bruff," said the doctor, loud enough for his voice to be heard upstairs.
"I am only too glad to come and help when any one is ill; but I don't like coming upon a fool's errand."
The doctor walked out into the road, looking very stern and leaving the gardener's wife in tears, but he turned to Vane with a smile before they had gone far.
"Then you don't think it was the fungi, uncle?" said the lad, eagerly.
"Yes, I do, boy, the produce of something connected with yeast fungi; not your chanterelles."
Vane felt as if a load had been lifted off his conscience.
"Very tiresome, too," said the doctor, "for I wanted to have a chat with Bruff to-day about that greenhouse flue. He says it is quite useless, for the smoke and sulphur get out into the house and kill the plants.
Now then, sir, you are such a genius at inventing, why can't you contrive the way to heat the greenhouse without causing me so much expense in the way of fuel, eh? I mean the idea you talked about before. I told Mr Syme it was to be done."
Vane was not ready with an answer to that question, and he set himself to think it out, just as they encountered the gipsy vans again, and the two lads driving the lame pony, at the sight of which the doctor frowned, and muttered something about the police, while the lads favoured Vane with a peculiar look.
CHAPTER NINE.
HOW TO HEAT THE GREENHOUSE.
"Vane, my boy, you are like my old friend Deering," said the doctor one morning.
"Am I, uncle?" said the lad. "I'll have a good look at him if ever I see him."
The doctor laughed.
"I mean he is one of those men who are always trying to invent something fresh; he is a perfect boon to the patent agents."
Vane looked puzzled.
"You don't understand the allusion?"