The Surgeon’s Mate. Patrick O’Brian

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СКАЧАТЬ the right to be.’ She was looking at the ground, her head drooping; and although he had known her many years, in many states of temper and mind, he had never seen her in such distress or confusion. She was standing with the sun full on her and his penetrating, objective eye examined her downcast face; but before he had time to say ‘Not at all’ or ‘As you please, entirely’ a footman came stumping into sight at the end of the gravel walk and called out in a strong voice, ‘The Honourable Mrs Wodehouse and Miss Smith to see you, ma’am.’

      Diana threw Stephen a quick, apologetic glance and ran into the house. She might be in a strange hurry of spirits, but she moved with the perfect, unconscious grace that had always touched him, and he felt a wave of tenderness, allied to his former passionate love; perhaps its ghost.

      The footman was still standing there, his wooden leg firmly planted in the gravel, waiting for Stephen: that is to say, a person dressed as a footman in the Admiral’s hideous orange and purple livery was waiting there; but his independent attitude, his long pigtail, his pleasant battered old face made his true nature and origin obvious at a cable’s length.

      ‘I hope I see you well, sir?’ he said, touching a crooked forefinger to his eyebrow.

      ‘Very well, I thank you,’ said Stephen, looking at him attentively. The last time he had seen that face it had been bloodless, glistening with sweat, tight-clenched not to cry out beneath his knife, as the Surprise limped westwards to Fort William, cruelly mauled by a French seventy-four. ‘But you were not an amputation,’ he said.

      ‘No, sir: Bullock, forecastle-man, starboard watch, in the old Surprise.’

      ‘Of course,’ said Stephen, shaking him by the hand. ‘What I mean is, I saved that leg. I did not cut it off.’

      ‘Nor you did, sir,’ said Bullock, ‘but when I was in Benbow off the Cays, I copped it something cruel with a bar-shot; and our surgeon not being Dr Maturin, off it came, without so much as by your leave.’

      ‘I am sure it was necessary,’ said Stephen.

      The remark, the support of his colleague, at least was necessary: but it seemed to carry no conviction at all, perhaps because the surgeon of the Benbow was nearly always drunk, and when sober, notoriously unskilful. The footman looked affectionately at Dr Maturin and said, ‘And I hope Captain Aubrey is well, sir? I heard he come ashore off of Shannon as pleased as the Pope and twice as tall.’

      ‘Prime, Bullock, prime. I shall be seeing him at the hospital directly.’

      ‘My duty and very best respects, sir, if you please. John Bullock, forecastle-man, in the old Surprise.’

      As prisoners of war in Boston, Aubrey and Maturin had been very kindly treated by their captors; they were penniless, they had no cold-weather clothes, and the officers of the USN Constitution had seen to all their needs. Neither intended to be behindhand in an action of this sort, and as he expected, Stephen found Jack with a wounded American lieutenant.

      ‘Do you remember a man called Bullock, in the Surprise?’ he said, as they walked away.

      ‘Yes, I do,’ said Jack. ‘Forecastle-man, and a very good hand.’

      ‘He sends his old captain his best respects.’

      ‘Why, that’s kind,’ said Jack. ‘John Bullock: he laid a gun as true as you could wish – dead on the mark, though rather slow. He was captain of the starboard bow-chaser. But I tell you what, Stephen: old captain is dead on the mark too. What with funerals and the blue devils and natural decrepitude, I feel like Methusalem’s grandad.’

      ‘You eat too much, brother, you drink too much, and you allow yourself to brood. A brisk ten-mile walk in the damp but interesting forests of the New World, outpacing the blue devils, will set you up – will renew your animal spirits. Ponce de Leon was of the opinion that the Fountain of Youth was to be found in these parts. And you are to consider, that a packet may arrive from England at any minute.’

      ‘I dare say you are right about the Fountain of Youth, Stephen, but you are out as far as the packet is concerned. None sails before the thirteenth, and with these everlasting westerlies, we cannot hear for a great while yet. And anyhow, I could not take a walk today, even if there were a dozen Fountains of Youth and a tap-room too at the end of it. I have a damned unpleasant job at the prison, trying to identify the English deserters taken in the Chesapeake: they nearly all of them ran from our men-of-war. But before that I am going to see their master’s mate, the one that was not knocked on the head. Shall you come?’

      ‘No, sir. The combatant officers are your natural province, the non-combatant mine. My particular concern today is their surgeon, an unusually learned man.’

      The unusually learned man was sitting with a mug of spruce-beer in the empty operating-room, looking careworn, sad and weary, but resolute. He accepted Stephen’s offering gracefully, and they talked about some of their cases for a while, taking alternate sips at the mug. When the spruce-beer – ‘a dubious anti-scorbutic, sir, but a grateful beverage on such a day, and no doubt mildly carminative’ – was done, Stephen said, ‘I believe you told me, sir, that before you took to the sea, your practice lay chiefly among the ladies of Charleston?’

      ‘Yes, sir. I was a man-midwife; or, if you prefer it, an accoucheur.’

      ‘Just so. Your experience in these matters is therefore very much greater than mine, and I should be grateful for your lights. Apart from the obvious classical symptoms, what do you find to be the earliest signs of pregnancy?’

      The surgeon pursed his lips and considered. ‘Well, now,’ he said, ‘there is nothing wholly reliable, of course. But I believe the general facies rarely deceives me – the thickening of the skin; the pasty complexion in the very first stages, rapidly clearing; the cerous appearance of the eyelid and orbicular folds; the pallor of the caruncula lachrymalia; while the old wives’ method of inspecting the nails and hair is not to be despised. And where the physician is familiar with his patient’s ordinary behaviour, he can often form an opinion from variations in it, particularly in the case of younger women: abrupt, apparently causeless changes from gloom and anxiety to a high flow of spirits, even to exultation, will tell him much.’

      ‘Sir,’ said Stephen, ‘I am much indebted to you for these remarks.’

      Chapter Two

      In the course of his service in the Royal Navy Stephen Maturin had often reflected upon the diversity among sea-officers: he had sailed with men of great family and with others promoted from the lower deck; with companions who never opened a book and with poetic pursers; with captains who could cap any classical quotation and with some who could scarcely write a coherent dispatch without the help of their clerk; and although most came from the middle rank of society, this species had such a bewildering series of sub-species and local races that only an observer brought up among the intricacies of the English caste-system could find his way among them, confidently assessing their origin and present status. There was also a very great difference in wealth, particularly among the captains, since when merchant ships were thick upon the ground it was possible for an enterprising or a lucky commander to make a fortune in prize-money after a few hours’ eager chase, whereas those who had to live on their pay led a meagre, anxious life, cutting a very poor figure indeed. Nevertheless they were all marked with the stamp of their profession: rich or poor, loutish or polite, they had all been battered by the elements, and many of them by the King’s enemies. Even the most recently promoted lieutenant had served all his youth at sea, while many post-captains as high on the list as Jack Aubrey СКАЧАТЬ