Populus vult decipi.And when they were gone, she would take down two little boxes Gerard had made her; and on one of these she had written To-day, and on the other To-morrow, and put the smaller coins into "To-day," and the larger into "To-morrow," along with such of her gold pieces as had survived the journey from Sevenbergen, and the expenses of housekeeping in a strange place.
and so she met current expenses, and laid by for the rainy day she saw coming, and mixed drugs with simples, and vice with virtue.On this last score her conscience pricked her sore, and after each day's comedy, she knelt down and prayed God to forgive her "for the sake of her child." But lo and behold, cure and cure was reported to her; so then her conscience began to harden.Martin Wittenhaagen had of late been a dead weight on her hands.Like most men who had endured great hardships, he had stiffened rather suddenly.But though less supple, he was as strong as ever, and at his own pace could have carried the doctor herself round Rotterdam city.He carried her slops instead.
In this new business he showed the qualities of a soldier:
unreasoning obedience, punctuality, accuracy, despatch, and drunkenness.
He fell among "good fellows;" the blackguards plied him with Schiedam; he babbled, he bragged.
Doctor Margaret had risen very high in his estimation.All this brandishing of a crocodile for a standard, and setting a dotard in ambush, and getting rid of slops, and taking good money in exchange, struck him not as Science but something far superior, Strategy.And he boasted in his cups and before a mixed company how "me and my General we are a biting of the burghers.
When this revelation had had time to leaven the city, his General, Doctor Margaret, received a call from the constables; they took her, trembling and begging subordinate machines to forgive her, before the burgomaster; and by his side stood real physicians, a terrible row, in long robes and square caps, accusing her of practising unlawfully on the bodies of the duke's lieges.At first she was too frightened to say a word.Novice like, the very name of "Law" paralyzed her.But being questioned closely, but not so harshly as if she had been ugly, she told the truth; she had long been her father's pupil, and had but followed his system, and she had cured many; "and it is not for myself in very deed, sirs, but I have two poor helpless honest men at home upon my hands, and how else can I keep them? Ah, good sirs, let a poor girl make her bread honestly; ye hinder them not to make it idly and shamefully;and oh, sirs, ye are husbands, ye are fathers; ye cannot but see Ihave reason to work and provide as best I may;" and ere this woman's appeal had left her lips, she would have given the world to recall it, and stood with one hand upon her heart and one before her face, hiding it, but not the tears that trickled underneath it.All which went to the wrong address.Perhaps a female bailiff might have yielded to such arguments, and bade her practise medicine, and break law, till such time as her child should be weaned, and no longer.
"What have we to do with that," said the burgomaster, save and except that if thou wilt pledge thyself to break the law no more, I will remit the imprisonment, and exact but the fine?"On this Doctor Margaret clasped her hands together, and vowed most penitently never, never, never to cure body or beast again; and being dismissed with the constables to pay the fine, she turned at the door, and curtsied, poor soul, and thanked the gentlemen for their forbearance.
And to pay the fine the "To-morrow box" must be opened on the instant; and with excess of caution she had gone and nailed it up, that no slight temptation might prevail to open it.And now she could not draw the nails, and the constables grew impatient, and doubted its contents, and said, "Let us break it for you." But she would not let them."Ye will break it worse than I shall." And she took a hammer, and struck too faintly, and lost all strength for a minute, and wept hysterically; and at last she broke it, and a little cry bubbled from her when it broke; and she paid the fine, and it took all her unlawful gains and two gold pieces to boot;and when the men were gone, she drew the broken pieces of the box, and what little money they had left her, all together on the table, and her arms went round them, and her rich hair escaped, and fell down all loose, and she bowed her forehead on the wreck, and sobbed, "My love's box it is broken, and my heart withal;" and so remained.And Martin Wittenhaagen came in, and she could not lift her head, but sighed out to him what had befallen her, ending, "My love his box is broken, and so mine heart is broken."And Martin was not so sad as wroth.Some traitor had betrayed him.
What stony heart had told and brought her to this pass? Whoever it was should feel his arrow's point.The curious attitude in which he must deliver the shaft never occurred to him.
"Idle chat! idle chat!" moaned Margaret, without lifting her brow from the table."When you have slain all the gossips in this town, can we eat them? Tell me how to keep you all, or prithee hold thy peace, and let the saints get leave to whisper me." Martin held his tongue, and cast uneasy glances at his defeated General.
Towards evening she rose, and washed her face and did up her hair, and doggedly bade Martin take down the crocodile, and put out a basket instead.
"I can get up linen better than they seem to do it in this street," said she, "and you must carry it in the basket.""That will I for thy sake," said the soldier.
"Good Martin! forgive me that I spake shrewishly to thee."Even while they were talking came a male for advice.Margaret told it the mayor had interfered and forbidden her to sell drugs.
"But," said she, "I will gladly iron and starch your linen for you, and I will come and fetch it from your house.""Are ye mad, young woman?" said the male."I come for a leech, and ye proffer me a washerwoman;" and it went out in dudgeon.
"There is a stupid creature," said Margaret sadly.