Dr. Gruffen for the last thirty years, and Crofts, when he received the earl's message, could hardly believe the words. "The earl ain't very bad," said the servant, "but he would be glad to see you if possible a little before dinner."
"You're sure he wants to see me?" said Crofts.
"Oh, yes; I'm sure enough of that, sir."
"It wasn't Dr. Gruffen?"
"No, sir; it wasn't Dr. Gruffen. I believe his lordship's had about enough of Dr. Gruffen. The doctor took to chaffing his lordship one day."
"Chaffed his lordship;—his hands and feet, and that sort of thing?" suggested the doctor.
"Hands and feet!" said the man. "Lord bless you, sir, he poked his fun at him, just as though he was nobody. I didn't hear, but Mrs. Connor says that my lord's back was up terribly high." And so Dr. Crofts got on his horse and rode up to Guestwick Manor.
The earl was alone, Lady Julia having already gone to Courcy Castle. "How d'ye do, how d'ye do?" said the earl. "I'm not very ill, but I want to get a little advice from you. It's quite a trifle, but I thought it well to see somebody." Whereupon Dr. Crofts of course declared that he was happy to wait upon his lordship.
"I know all about you, you know," said the earl. "Your grandmother Stoddard was a very old friend of my aunt's. You don't remember Lady Jemima?"
"No," said Crofts. "I never had that honour."
"An excellent old woman, and knew your grandmother Stoddard well. You see, Gruffen has been attending us for I don't know how many years; but upon my word" and then the earl stopped himself.
"It's an ill wind, that blows nobody any good," said Crofts, with a slight laugh.
"Perhaps it'll blow me some good, for Gruffen never did me any. The fact is this; I'm very well, you know;—as strong as a horse."
"You look pretty well."
"No man could be better,—not of my age. I'm sixty, you know."
"You don't look as though you were ailing."
