They were at Eastbourne during the following week. One morning whilst
in her bedroom putting on her hat in readiness for a walk Alexandra was
startled by an impetuous knock at her door. Chalfont's voice, calling
her by name, took her hurriedly to it.
"Please go to Ada at once," he said. "She's ill. She can't act
to-night. I have to see her manager and telephone to London for her
doctor. You'll look after her while I'm gone, won't you?" he added with
deep solicitude as he hastened off.
Alexandra went quickly to Mrs. Lambert's room. She was greatly
concerned by Chalfont's bad news, but far less unprepared for it than he
had been. On the previous night Mrs. Lambert had almost collapsed in
her dressing room, though she had made light of it and had forbidden
Alexandra to say anything about it to Chalfont. Now she was worse, just
recovering from the dead faint in which she had been found. She looked
exceedingly ill.
"Don't be frightened," she said in a weak voice. "I know perfectly well
what is the matter with me. I'm afraid it means an untimely end to the
tour, though. You won't leave me?"
"Of course not," Alexandra promised. "You mustn't worry about the tour,
or anything. You want a rest. You'll be quite strong again soon."
Mrs. Lambert smiled faintly. "I told you I looked forward to resting.
I meant it in its eternal sense. Six months ago I knew what was in
store for me, but I meant to stand out this tour, if I could. I'm
afraid they'll try and persuade me to have an operation.... Just an
outside chance of living.... Oh, my dear, I would so like to die
quietly without being cut about and pried into."
The tears came into Alexandra's eyes. Illness she was prepared for, but
not the thought of death.
"Please, please, don't talk like that," she said unsteadily. "Heaps of
people who are very ill get better. Let me undress you. Then I'll sit
by you. But I don't think you ought to talk."
Mrs. Lambert was very passive. When Alexandra had undressed her she lay
for a little in silence. Suddenly she said:
"Remember I'm a Catholic.... See that I have a priest at the last ...
if it comes to that. And--I must say this, don't stop me--if--it's
necessary--afterwards--I would like you to write to my husband and tell
him I sent my love."
"Yes, yes, I promise," murmured Alexandra huskily.
Mrs. Lambert turned on her pillow.
"Baba will be all right, I think," she whispered, and fell asleep.
She was awake again and quite cheery when the doctor, a noted
specialist, arrived during the late afternoon. He was a long time with
her and also a long time with Chalfont afterwards. The result of that
conference was that the latter came to Alexandra and told her that an
immediate operation had been decided on.
"To-morrow?" she asked fearfully.
The weakening effect of suspense made her shrink from the imminence of
the ordeal, although it was not she who was to endure it. Deep distress
was in Chalfont's face.
"No, to-night," he said brokenly. "She wouldn't consent at first....
When Sir James told me that delay was dangerous I had to--to advise her
to undergo it." He could hardly get the words out. "There isn't time
to move her. The hotel people have been very decent about it. I have
just seen the manager.... Two nurses are coming."
Alexandra could only stand and struggle with her voice. Her feelings
were beyond expression.
"I'm afraid--terribly afraid we have to face losing her," said Chalfont
at last.
"Oh, I hope not," she said fervently, while the tears streamed down her
face. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes, there is." What he had to say cost him a struggle. "Her husband
ought to know. He ought to be here. I doubt whether a telegram would
be any use, and I can't go to him. Will you?"
"I'll do anything," she said.
"Thank you. I'll have the car round at once then." He looked at his
watch. "It's six now. You can be in town by a little after eight.
You'll catch him at the theater. Try and bring him back with you.
It--the operation--will be over by that time. We shall know--one way or
the other. You would like to see her before you start?"
"Please." Alexandra was very white, but she was quiet now that she knew
the worst and had not to await in inactivity. "She told me she would
like a priest," she said. "I think you should send for one."
"I have already."
She took a step toward the door but turned suddenly and without speaking
put her hand out. He grasped and held it tightly, taking comfort from
the action.
"You'll do your best, I know," he said gratefully.