Kenilworth
Page 127"Send up the messenger instantly, Will Badger," said Tressilian; and
as the man entered the room, he exclaimed, "Ah, Stevens, is it you? how
does my good lord?"
"Ill, Master Tressilian," was the messenger's reply, "and having
therefore the more need of good friends around him."
"But what is my lord's malady?" said Tressilian anxiously; "I heard
nothing of his being ill."
"I know not, sir," replied the man; "he is very ill at ease. The
leeches are at a stand, and many of his household suspect foul
"What are the symptoms?" said Wayland Smith, stepping forward hastily.
"Anan?" said the messenger, not comprehending his meaning.
"What does he ail?" said Wayland; "where lies his disease?"
The man looked at Tressilian, as if to know whether he should
answer these inquiries from a stranger, and receiving a sign in the
affirmative, he hastily enumerated gradual loss of strength, nocturnal
perspiration, and loss of appetite, faintness, etc.
"Joined," said Wayland, "to a gnawing pain in the stomach, and a low
"Even so," said the messenger, somewhat surprised.
"I know how the disease is caused," said the artist, "and I know the
cause. Your master has eaten of the manna of Saint Nicholas. I know
the cure too--my master shall not say I studied in his laboratory for
nothing."
"How mean you?" said Tressilian, frowning; "we speak of one of the first
nobles of England. Bethink you, this is no subject for buffoonery."
"God forbid!" said Wayland Smith. "I say that I know this disease, and
"We will set forth instantly," said Tressilian. "God calls us."
Accordingly, hastily mentioning this new motive for his instant
departure, though without alluding to either the suspicions of Stevens,
or the assurances of Wayland Smith, he took the kindest leave of Sir
Hugh and the family at Lidcote Hall, who accompanied him with prayers
and blessings, and, attended by Wayland and the Earl of Sussex's
domestic, travelled with the utmost speed towards London.