On the fifth day the physician came again and gave us a little hope.  He said the tenth day from the first appearance of the typhus would probably decide the result of the illness, and he arranged for his third visit to take place on that date.  The interval passed as before—­except that the Count went to London again one morning and returned at night.

On the tenth day it pleased a merciful Providence to relieve our household from all further anxiety and alarm.  The physician positively assured us that Miss Halcombe was out of danger.  “She wants no doctor now—­all she requires is careful watching and nursing for some time to come, and that I see she has.”  Those were his own words.  That evening I read my husband’s touching sermon on Recovery from Sickness, with more happiness and advantage (in a spiritual point of view) than I ever remember to have derived from it before.

The effect of the good news on poor Lady Glyde was, I grieve to say, quite overpowering.  She was too weak to bear the violent reaction, and in another day or two she sank into a state of debility and depression which obliged her to keep her room.  Rest and quiet, and change of air afterwards, were the best remedies which Mr. Dawson could suggest for her benefit.  It was fortunate that matters were no worse, for, on the very day after she took to her room, the Count and the doctor had another disagreement—­and this time the dispute between them was of so serious a nature that Mr. Dawson left the house.

I was not present at the time, but I understood that the subject of dispute was the amount of nourishment which it was necessary to give to assist Miss Halcombe’s convalescence after the exhaustion of the fever.  Mr. Dawson, now that his patient was safe, was less inclined than ever to submit to unprofessional interference, and the Count (I cannot imagine why) lost all the self-control which he had so judiciously preserved on former occasions, and taunted the doctor, over and over again, with his mistake about the fever when it changed to typhus.  The unfortunate affair ended in Mr. Dawson’s appealing to Sir Percival, and threatening (now that he could leave without absolute danger to Miss Halcombe) to withdraw from his attendance at Blackwater Park if the Count’s interference was not peremptorily suppressed from that moment.  Sir Percival’s reply (though not designedly uncivil) had only resulted in making matters worse, and Mr. Dawson had thereupon withdrawn from the house in a state of extreme indignation at Count Fosco’s usage of him, and had sent in his bill the next morning.

We were now, therefore, left without the attendance of a medical man.  Although there was no actual necessity for another doctor—­ nursing and watching being, as the physician had observed, all that Miss Halcombe required—­I should still, if my authority had been consulted, have obtained professional assistance from some other quarter, for form’s sake.