Chapter 66
Dr. Williamson was a rising young practitioner at Roxham, and what is more, a gentleman and a doctor of real ability. On the night that Lady Bellamy took the poison he sat up very late, till the dawn, in fact, working up his books of reference with a view to making himself as much the master as possible of the symptoms and most approved treatment in such cases of insanity as appeared to resemble Angela Caresfoot's. He had been called in to see her by Mr. Fraser, and had come away intensely interested from a medical point of view, and very much puzzled. At length he shut up his books with a sigh--for, like most books, though full of generalities, they did not tell him much--and went to bed. Before he had been asleep very long, however, the surgery bell was violently rung, and, h
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