"Mr. Candy is beyond the reach of
my resentment," I said angrily. "But the trick that he played me is not
the less an act of treachery, for all that. I may forgive, but I shall
not forget it."
"Every medical man commits that act of treachery, Mr. Blake, in the
course of his practice. The ignorant distrust of opium (in England) is
by no means confined to the lower and less cultivated classes. Every
doctor in large practice finds himself, every now and then, obliged
to deceive his patients, as Mr. Candy deceived you. I don't defend the
folly of playing you a trick under the circumstances. I only plead with
you for a more accurate and more merciful construction of motives."
"How was it done?" I asked. "Who gave me the laudanum, without my
knowing it myself?"
"I am not able to tell you. Nothing relating to that part of the matter
dropped from Mr. Candy's lips, all through his illness. Perhaps your own
memory may point to the person to be suspected."
"No."
"It is useless, in that case, to pursue the inquiry. The laudanum was
secretly given to you in some way. Let us leave it there, and go on
to matters of more immediate importance.
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