THE HOUSE OF LUCILIUS
[128] IT was a house of trouble into which the two sisters were thus brought. The only child of Lucilius was prostrated with a fever which had for some time been epidemic in Nic?a. He was a promising lad of sixteen, whose fine, generous, temper curiously contrasted with the mean and ignoble character of his father. For the last year or so, indeed,since he had begun to be aware of what the outside world thought about the man whom as a son he was bound to respectthis contrast had troubled him much; and he had felt acutely the unhappiness of his home. His mothersweet-tempered and gentle as she was, and carrying wifely obedience to the very verge of what duty enjoinedhad a conscience that would not allow her to see wrong done without a protest. She would put up with any privation for herself; but to see her child stinted in what [129] was necessary for his health, or the household slaves starved or half-poisoned with unwholesome food, was a thing that she could not endure in silence. Painful scenes became, in consequence, more and more frequent in the family. Lucilius’s miserly habits grew upon him, as such habits will grow; and the gentle protests of his wife were met with furious anger, sometimes even with actual violence. These experiences were nothing less than agony to the son’s sensitive temper. He loved his mother with his whole heart; he would fain have loved his father. In the old days, before the ruling passion had so mastered the man’s being, his child was the one thing for which he cared; and even now the feeling was not wholly lost. If the miser had a soft spot in his heartone not quite crusted over with the hardness of avariceit was in his regard for his only child. Now and then he would show some tenderness for the boy; once or twice, by some tremendous effort of the will, he would even loosen his purse strings to buy something that would please him. It was curiously characteristic of the man’s ruling vice that he found it easier to purchase for him some useless ornament than to relax the niggardly rules of his household expenditure. He would give the lad a costly jewel, and yet allow him to pine for the want of good and [130] sufficient food. Possibly this kind of gift gratified his vanity; it may befor there are no depths of meanness to which avarice will not descendhe could not help remembering that the good food was a perishable commodity, while the jewel represented a permanent value, and, in fact, was only property in another shape.
It can easily be imagined that these causes told, directly and indirectly, upon a constitution that had never been very strong, and that the fever found in the younger Lucilius a victim dangerously ready to succumb to its attack. The early symptoms of the disease had not passed unnoticed by the mother, and she had implored her husband to call in at once the assistance of a physician. Of course he refused. He had trained himself not to believe in the existence of anything that necessitated the expenditure of money, and he wilfully shut his eyes to indications which were manifest enough to every one else. In two or three days’ time this self-deception ceased to be possible. The father had refused to noticethough not, we may believe, without some stifled misgivingsthe flushed cheeks, the frequent cough, and the failing appetite; but when the lad could not rise from his bed, and when the ravings of delirium were heard outside the door of the boy’s chamber, he could not ignore any longer the [131] presence of disease. Then the physician was sent for in hot haste.
Dioscorides was a Greek who claimed to belong to what may be called the physician caste of the ancient world, the Asclepids, who traced their descent to ?sculapius, the god of healing, himself. For nearly fifty years he had the principal practice of Nic?a; his experience was vast, his skill and readiness of resource never failed him. It was theserather than any traditionary secrets of methods and remedies, such as popular report credited him withthat made him extraordinarily successful. He was an old man, whose face seemed to show at once much firmness and much benevolence. To his patients he was kindness and gentleness itself. He neglected nothing that could please, or even humour them. A modern practitioner of the healing art would perhaps smile at the extraordinary care with which he would prepare himself for a visit to a patient. His long white hair was always carefully combed and delicately perfumed; his robes were beautifully clean. “We must please,” he would say, “a sick man’s senses as much as we can. Nothing ought to be neglected that can minister to that end.”
But while he was gentle, he was firm when firmness was needed. Pretences of every kind [132] met with no sort of mercy from him. If a fine lady, whose only real malady was indolence, sent for him, she was sure to hear the truth without any attempt at disguise. He was no fashionable physician, making a profit out of the whims and fancies of idleness and luxury. “You work too little; you eat and drink too much,” was the homely formula with which he described the ailments of these imaginary invalids. If they dismissed him, as they were apt to do in the first annoyance of hearing an unwelcome truth, he accepted the dismissal with a smile. His practice was too large and lucrative to make him care for the loss of this or that patient; and he knew perfectly well that, when any serious cause occurred, he would be sent for again.
Lucilius, whose character and habits were perfectly well known to him, was, of course, not going to escape without hearing some truth from his lips.
“You should have sent for me,” he said, “three days ago.”
“I did not think that there was any need,” said the father, in a faltering voice. His conscience had begun to prick him; and he knew, too, that all disguises would be useless with the clear-sighted, plain-speaking Dioscorides.
“Nonsense, man!” answered the physician, [133] sharply. “You can see, you can hear! You must have heard the lad cough; you must have seen him wasting before your eyes! Don’t tell me you didn’t think there was any need. The truth is that you shut your eyes and ears because you were afraid of the fees. Now I am very much afraid that it is too late!”
“Oh! sir, don’t say so,” cried the wretched man, whose heart, hardened as it was with the most deadening of all vices, was touched by the danger of his son“don’t say so. I will spare nothing; save him, and you shall name your own fee.”
“Not all the gold in the world,” returned the physician, “can purchase the three days that have been lost; but I will do all I can for the lad and his mother. Only the gods in heaven know,” he added in a half-audible aside, “how such a woman came to marry such a mean houndonly there is no knowing the follies of womenand how such a father came to have such a son.” He went on, turning to Lucilius, “The only chance for the boy now is the best of nursing. His mother is not strong enough; besides, she is too anxious. As a rule I don’t believe in mothers’ nursing; they are apt to lose their heads. And hired nursing is seldom much good either,” went on the old man, talking to himself; “just what’s in the [134] letter of the bond, and no more; must have their so many hours’ rest, and so forth; all for themselves and nothing for the patient. Of course there are exceptions, but I can’t think of any one who is available just at this moment. Now, if you could get one of those two young women, Rhoda or Cleone, or both of themfor it will be more than one can well manageit would be perfect; they would do the thing for love, and yet not be too anxious. But then they have been mixed up in this foolish business of the Christians, and there is no getting at them, I suppose.”
“By good fortune, sir,” Lucilius interrupted at this moment, “the two young women are to be put in my keeping, pending the arrival of the Emperor’s letter.”
“Thank the gods for your good fortune,” cried the old physician in his delight; “if anything can save the lad, it will be their nursing. I have had some opportunities for observing it, and it is simply perfect. When do they come?
“I had notice that they would be delivered to my hands at noon,” answered Lucilius.
[135] “That will give me time,” said the physician, “to visit two or three other patients. I will return and give them my instructions; and, mind, in case I should not see you again, they must have every thing they ask for.”