"The first of the two physicians," Romayne proceeded, "declared my case to be entirely attributable to nervous derangement, and to be curable by purely medical means.I speak ignorantly; but, in plain English, that, I believe, was the substance of what he said?""The substance of what he said," Lord Loring replied, "and the substance of his prescriptions--which, I think, you afterward tore up?""If you have no faith in a prescription," said Romayne, "that is, in my opinion, the best use to which you can put it.When it came to the turn of the second physician, he differed with the first, as absolutely as one man can differ with another.The third medical authority, your friend the surgeon, took a middle course, and brought the consultation to an end by combining the first physician's view and the second physician's view, and mingling the two opposite forms of treatment in one harmonious result?"Lord Loring remarked that this was not a very respectful way of describing the conclusion of the medical proceedings.That it was the conclusion, however, he could not honestly deny.
"As long as I am right," said Romayne, "nothing else appears to be of much importance.As I told you at the time, the second physician appeared to me to be the only one of the three authorities who really understood my case.Do you mind giving me, in few words, your own impression of what he said?""Are you sure that I shall not distress you?""On the contrary, you may help me to hope.""As I remember it," said Lord Loring, "the doctor did not deny the influence of the body over the mind.He was quite willing to admit that the state of your nervous system might be one, among other predisposing causes, which led you--I really hardly like to go on.""Which led me," Romayne continued, finishing the sentence for his friend, "to feel that I never shall forgive myself--accident or no accident--for having taken that man's life.Now go on.""The delusion that you still hear the voice," Lord Loring proceeded, "is, in the doctor's opinion, the moral result of the morbid state of your mind at the time when you really heard the voice on the scene of the duel.The influence acts physically, of course, by means of certain nerves.But it is essentially a moral influence; and its power over you is greatly maintained by the self-accusing view of the circumstances which you persist in taking.That, in substance, is my recollection of what the doctor said.""And when he was asked what remedies he proposed to try," Romayne inquired, "do you remember his answer? 'The mischief which moral influences have caused, moral influences alone can remedy.' ""I remember," said Lord Loring."And he mentioned, as examples of what he meant, the occurrence of some new and absorbing interest in your life, or the working of some complete change in your habits of thought--or perhaps some influence exercised over you by a person previously unknown, appearing under unforeseen circumstances, or in scenes quite new to you."Romayne's eyes sparkled.
"Now you are coming to it!" he cried."Now I feel sure that Irecall correctly the last words the doctor said: 'If my view is the right one, I should not be surprised to hear that the recovery which we all wish to see had found its beginning in such apparently trifling circumstances as the tone of some other person's voice or the influence of some other person's look.'
That plain expression of his opinion only occurred to my memory after I had written my foolish letter of excuse.I spare you the course of other recollections that followed, to come at once to the result.For the first time I have the hope, the faint hope, that the voice which haunts me has been once already controlled by one of the influences of which the doctor spoke--the influence of a look."If he had said this to Lady Loring, instead of to her husband, she would have understood him at once.Lord Loring asked for a word more of explanation.
"I told you yesterday," Romayne answered, "that a dread of the return of the voice had been present to me all the morning, and that I had come to see the picture with an idea of trying if change would relieve me.While I was in the gallery I was free from the dread, and free from the voice.When I returned to the hotel it tortured me--and Mr.Penrose, I grieve to say, saw what I suffered.You and I attributed the remission to the change of scene.I now believe we were both wrong.Where was the change? In seeing you and Lady Loring, I saw the two oldest friends I have.
In visiting your gallery, I only revived the familiar associations of hundreds of other visits.To what in fluence was I really indebted for my respite? Don't try to dismiss the question by laughing at my morbid fancies.Morbid fancies are realities to a man like me.Remember the doctor's words, Loring.
Think of a new face, seen in your house! Think of a look that searched my heart for the first time!"Lord Loring glanced once more at the clock on the mantel-piece.
The hands pointed to the dinner hour.
"Miss Eyrecourt?" he whispered.
"Yes; Miss Eyrecourt."
The library door was thrown open by a servant.Stella herself entered the room.
