THE BARBE BLONDE.
'"And neither toil nor time could mar
Those features, so I saw the last
Of Waring." "You! O never star
Was lost here, but it rose afar.
Look east, where old new thousands are."'
_Browning._
The first thing that really cheered Lance was an enforced holiday of
the organist, when he was asked to undertake the church music in the
interregnum. He threw himself into the work, consulted Dr. Miles,
who lent him books, and gave him lessons; and the whole current of
his thoughts became so soothed and changed, that Felix attended to
no remonstrance on the danger of unsettling him, but truly declared
that the few hours he weekly gave to scientific music was more than
compensated by his increased power of attention, and steadiness of
concentration on his business, as if he there found the balance needed
by his sensitive nature.
His head too, instead of aching more, as Wilmet had feared, suffered
less; but there was a change in him. He had experienced the bitterness
of sin, as nearly and as bitterly as was possible to one yet intact.
He had looked down an abyss, and been forced to recognise that had
he followed Edgar into what he had tried to believe merely exciting,
artistic, or free, he could hardly have been spared a flaw in his life.
It was when wrapt in the grandeurs of sacred harmony that this sense
dawned on him. It was most true of him that 'the joy of the Lord was
his strength.' Respectability had no power over him, he had a liking
for the disreputable; but his reverence and delight for the glory and
beauty of praise seemed, as it were, to force him into guarding his
purity of life and innocence of mind, which might otherwise have been
perilled by his geniality and love of enterprise. At any rate, after
the first shock to health and spirits had passed off, he retained
a more staid manner, entirely abstained from his former plentiful
admixture of slang, caught more of Felix's demeanour, and ceased from
those kinds of sayings and doings which used only not to give his
sisters an impression of recklessness because they knew he always did
rectify his balance in time.
Meantime another interest arose; for John Harewood had got his
promotion, and had obtained leave to come home and try for an
appointment. Wilmet had reason to believe him actually on his journey,
when one morning, early in October, Lance, who was waiting in the
office, was startled by Will's entrance, asking, 'Have you had a
telegram?' in a scarcely audible voice.
'No! What is it, Bill?' said Lance, dismayed at his countenance.
'That dear Jack!' and thrusting two telegraph papers into his hand,
Will threw himself down on the high desk, hiding his face, with
long-drawn gasps of anguished grief, to which he could only now venture
to give way; nor did Lance marvel, as he read--
Rameses, Egypt, October 3rd, 2.30 p.m.
Major Harewood to Rev. Christopher Harewood, the Bailey,
Minsterham, England.
Boiler explosion. Severe scald. No pain; probably will be none.
Dearest love to W.W. and all. Poor Frank Stone killed.
The other, which had arrived at the same time, was dated,
6 p.m.
Charles Chenu, Surgeon, to Christopher Harewood.
Injuries not necessarily mortal, unless from extent. Wanted,
good nurse, water-bed, linen, and all comforts.
'There's more hope in that!' said Lance.
'I have none! Don't you remember poor Tom the stoker?
'Twas just what they said of him,' said Will, raising his face for a
moment. 'And here they've sent me to tell Wilmet! I--O Lance, I just
cannot do it. 'Tis bad enough at home!' and he lay over the desk again,
almost convulsed with grief.
'I will go and tell Wilmet,' said Felix, who had come in unperceived by
him, and received the telegrams from Lance. 'She is at Miss Pearson's.
Is any one going to him, Will?'
'My poor father!' gasped William. 'I don't believe it is any good! But
I shall go with him, unless--He sent me on to see whether she--Wilmet
would go. You won't let her, Felix? I must go on to see whether I can
get a nurse at St. Faith's.'
'I believe Wilmet will wish to go,' said Felix.
'And be the best nurse,' added Lance.
'If there were any nursing to do,' said William, looking at them in
amaze. 'I haven't the least hope he can last till we can come out! But
my father _will_ hope--that's the worst--and wants to have her rather
than me. Don't tell her so, though; I don't know what I am saying. Only
she should not be persuaded to go! Oh, that it should come to this!'
'I will leave him to you, poor fellow!' said Felix, beckoning Lance to
the door, as William again flung himself across the desk. 'I think she
will go, and that it will be better for her.'
He was interrupted by the arrival of a telegraph boy with a message to
him in his editorial capacity, which threw more light on the accident.
Telegram from Alexandria, October 4th, 7 a.m.
Serious explosion of locomotive engine at Rameses, on the
Suez and Alexandria line. Engineer and stoker killed. English
officer injured, without hope of recovery.
Felix gave it to his brother, and went on his melancholy way--seeing
Miss Pearson first in her parlour, and then sending for his sister.
Wilmet was just what those who knew her best expected. While there was
scope for action, she would never break down. She inferred at once
that the surgeon expected the comforts he sent for to be of use, and
dwelt upon Mr. Harewood's kindness in allowing her to accompany him.
As soon as she arrived at home, she scolded William, and made him
find sense and hope, which in truth he had only lost when, instead
of having to support and comfort his impulsive mother and sisters, he
could afford to give way himself. He could now give a coherent account
of his father's plans. Mr. Harewood was hastily arranging matters at
home, and would be on his way to Southampton by the last train. If
Wilmet would go with him, she was to meet him at the station--either
with or without a nurse, as she might judge needful. Her decision was
against the nurse. She reminded Will that his brother had with him a
Christian Hindoo servant, who had already proved an efficient attendant
in an attack of fever; and she herself had some experience of scalds,
through Felix's accident, and one that had befallen a servant of Miss
Pearson's. Expense, the prostrate despair of the family at home, and
his own college duties, had alike decided that if she went out, William
must remain in England; but he was despatched to St Faith's, where the
needful appliances were always kept, and could be made over in such an
emergency.
Meantime Wilmet, grave but steadily calm, made her preparations. She
devised means of providing a substitute at Miss Pearson's, bethought
herself of everything requisite; and when Geraldine pursued her,
trying to help, but panting and sobbing nervously, it was only to be
put down on a chair, and warned not to knock herself up. The keys were
made over to her, but without directions or injunctions; only one soft
whisper--'Dear Cherry! after all, you have made me able to do this.'
Felix would not be denied going to Southampton with her. Mr. Harewood
was looking out for her at the station, with the resolute mask of
indifference that both must assume for the journey. He took both her
hands, and said, 'Thank you, my dear; I knew I should see you.' And she
said, 'Thank you, for letting me come.' Then she took charge of his
plaid and umbrella, and it was plain that thenceforth she would be his
guardian daughter.
When Felix and William left the two on board the Havre boat, they knew
that the Wilmet of old was gone for ever. She must come back with a
great change upon her; but who could guess whether that change would be
for weal or woe?
On went Mr. Harewood and Wilmet by steamer and by rail, unable to
obtain intelligence, and maintaining absolute silence on the one
thought that filled their minds, each solicitously tender of the
other's comfort and fatigue, though both tacitly agreed that nothing
was so trying as a halt.
When they reached Marseilles, they found the P. and O. agency certain
that if Major Harewood were not living it would be known; and they
likewise learnt that Rameses was a sort of little French colony
around a station that the works for the Suez Canal were raising to an
importance it could hardly have enjoyed since it was a treasure city
of Pharaoh; and, while obliged to await their steamer, they obtained
counsel on the articles likely to be most needful for their patient,
and hence they telegraphed an announcement of their coming, and were
replied to by the Hindoo servant, Zadok Krishnu--'Not worse.'
At Alexandria they found themselves expected and welcomed. Interested
countenances and sympathising greetings were ready for the father
and supposed sister at both consulate and hotel; and from the name
of the engine-driver, Frank Stone, who had been killed, Mr. Harewood
perceived that John must have recognised in him a clever Minsterham
boy, and this accounted for his having joined him on his engine, where
indeed it was suspected that he had been trying to help him obviate
the dangers caused by Oriental indifference and fatalism. The injuries
were regarded as hopeless, from the great extent of surface; and there
was a kind preparatory intimation that all that could be hoped for was
to find life not extinct, for that opiates were required to such a
degree that there was no consciousness. M. Charles Chenu was a clever
young French doctor; and a deaconess from the Alexandrian branch from
Kaiserswerth was in attendance, as well as an Englishman who had been
in the train, and all the alleviation possible had been given.
That was all the comfort to be had while waiting for one of the few and
tardy trains, which at length set the travellers down at the strange
little town of European houses and Arab hovels in the midst of the
sand, distinguished by a boulevard and line of palm trees. At the
station stood a short brown-faced figure, in white turban and trousers,
and scarlet tassel, sash, and jacket, who with a salute half military,
half Oriental, inquired in good English for their luggage, and in reply
to their anxious questions, told them that the Sahib was lying in the
same state of unconsciousness produced by opiates.
The goods, so needful to the sufferer, were all identified, and
extracted at a great cost of patience, and the travellers were
escorted, amid incomprehensible Arab clamours, across a _place_
ankle-deep in sand, to a one-storied building of such unburnt bricks
as the Israelites might have made, covering a good deal of ground, and
combining the caravanserai and the French hotel. A Greek landlord and
his French wife came forth, and the one talking all languages, the
other only her mother tongue, but both warmly welcoming the arrivals,
and assuring them that _le pauvre Monsieur_ had had every care lavished
on him--Dr. Chenu was there night and day.
A slender, moustached, brisk young man appeared, asking in French, in a
kindly tone, whether they--especially Mademoiselle--could be prepared
for so sad a sight as awaited them, but assuring them that the mere
fact of life having so long continued had begun to inspire him with a
sort of hope.
Mr. Harewood's French was not very available, but Wilmet made reply;
and they were admitted into a low empty room, with windows shaded
by screens of reed, through which came a dim light, showing a still
figure, covered with light linen rags steeped in oil and spirit, which
a little square figure in dark blue, with a neat net cap, was changing
and renewing as fast as they dried.
All the preparation could not prevent the father from being
overwhelmed, and having to turn away to grapple with the shock; but
Wilmet, who had all along sustained herself with the recollection of
John's reference to her awakening Lance from his deadly lethargy,
without pause or shyness bent down, kissed his forehead, and called
him by his name; and perhaps the full sense of his entire prostration
only broke upon her when there was not the slightest token that she
was heard, but the torpor continued unbroken by the faintest movement
of the half-closed eyes or lips. Even then she only looked up with a
piteous appealing glance to the doctor, who told her that the only
chances of consciousness were in the intervals between the passing off
of one anodyne and the administration of another, but that hitherto
these had been spent in a sort of delirium of anguish, that made the
renewal of the opiate immediately necessary.
Hope that at least the familiar voices might penetrate through the
cloud still buoyed the new-comers up; but when the moans, restlessness,
and half-utterances of dire suffering set in, the eyes opened to dim
glassiness, the ears seemed neither to hear nor understand, and there
was as much relief as disappointment when the slumberous potion had
again brought back the senselessness. Nothing could be done but to
moisten the lips and change the rags, and these seemed to dry up on
one part as fast as another was renewed. The face had indeed escaped,
and so had the back, and for the most part the right side, but the
neck, chest, both shoulders, and the whole length of the left side were
fearfully scalded, with white sodden-looking spaces, the most fatal
appearance of all, worse than even a deep laceration by a splinter
above the hip. Day and night Wilmet, the deaconess, and the Hindoo
were changing the rags, and fanning, or keeping off the flies; and
soon there was a great affection between Sister Hedwige and the young
Englishwoman, who shared the same desolate room close adjoining--or
rather, lay down there by turns. Wilmet spoke German enough to explain
that she was not the patient's sister, but his _Verlobte_, and that in
a matter-of-fact, dreamy kind of way, submitting passively to be kissed
and cried over by the puffy little elderly German.
Poor Mr. Harewood could give no active assistance, and was in a sad
state of isolation, unable to exchange a sentence with anybody except
Wilmet and Krishnu. He tried Latin and French with the doctor; but
the diversities of accent foiled him in both, and Wilmet had to be
interpreter. He was a great charge to her, but a far greater comfort.
There were his constant prayers, and the sight and example of his deep
resignation; there was the sense of protection and sympathy, the relief
and distraction of attending to him, and of gratitude for his care; and
besides, he wrote all the letters, for which Wilmet had neither time
nor heart. She could keep up while acting, instead of realizing, as the
expression of words must have forced her to do; while the struggle in
the father's mind, was only not to long unsubmissively for a conscious
interval at the last.
An English army surgeon, who came from Malta a day or two after their
arrival, thoroughly approved of M. Chenu's treatment, but agreed in his
verdict that any other expectation would be futile; recovery, though
not impossible where no vital part was injured, was most improbable
where nature had so large a surface to repair.
Yet the actual symptoms that would have been immediate doom did not
appear, but as one dim sad day rolled by after another, the parts
least hurt began to show a tendency to heal; and therewith sprang
up a conviction in Wilmet's mind that there was not always a total
insensibility to her presence or Mr. Harewood's, but that the face
changed at their voices, and that there was a preference for her hand;
and then Dr. Chenu began declaring that these English had 'complexions'
like rocks, and that if it were not 'the impossible,' there would be
hope; and instead of giving his anodynes with the reckless desire to
stifle pain, he become cautious, modified them, and only gave them when
decisively expedient.
There resulted a gradual clearing of the senses. There were lulls when
pain was comparatively in abeyance, and the faculties less and less
clouded, the eyes regained meaning, and smiles of greeting hovered on
the lips; a sense of repose in the presence of Wilmet and his father
was evident; an uneasy perception if either were absent; and at last an
exchange of words--conscious words. When his awakening was marked, not
by a groan of pain, but by the feeble inquiry, 'Where's Wilmet?' she
felt as if she had had her reward.
Once he asked 'Where's your brother?' and when she explained that none
of her brothers were with her, he seemed confused and dissatisfied; but
his voice died into an indistinct murmuring; and when twice again the
same inquiry recurred, she set it down to the semi-delirious delusions
that the narcotics sometimes occasioned. She knew that an English
gentleman had done much for him at first, and had only left him the day
before her arrival; and she had regretted being unable to discover who
he was from lips unused to British nomenclature, but had been too much
engrossed to think much about the matter. But there were now intervals
in which she fully had her John again, entirely sensible, anxious to
preserve his consciousness, so as to be desirous of putting off the
sedative as long as he could endure the attacks of suffering without
it. He could listen, and sometimes talk; and the next time he returned
to the puzzling question, 'When did your brother go?' there could be no
doubt that he was in full possession of his understanding; and Wilmet
answered, 'Dear John, I do not know what you are thinking of; Felix has
never been here at all.'
'I do not mean Felix; it was Edgar.'
'Edgar! You never have seen him, you know, dear,' said Wilmet, speaking
softly, as one persuaded that he was recalling a delusion.
'I know that I never saw him at home; but he was in the train. He was
the first to come to me; he said he would telegraph. Surely he did so?'
'That accounts for the correctness of the telegram!' said Mr. Harewood.
'I remember now that the wording was so well put, that it gave me hope
that you must be quite yourself.'
'What was it?'
They could well tell him, for it had seemed branded in fire on their
minds for days.
'Yes, that was his doing. I think I only called you _her_,' he said,
smiling. 'I could trust to his knowing my _her of hers_.'
'But how did you know one another? Was it in the train?'
'No. Poor Frank Stone recognised me at Suez, and begged me to come with
him on the engine. I remember his consulting me about representing the
impracticability of some of his subordinates; and next after that I was
somewhere on the stones, unable to stir hand or foot--not in pain, but
a numbness and faintness all over me, with every sense preternaturally
clear, as if I were all spirit. I made no doubt I was dying fast;
and when some one came to see after me, I begged him to take down my
telegram to my father while I could give it. I remember his start and
cry when I gave my name. "Good Heavens!" he said. "You are not Jack?
Wilmet's Jack?" and really, I hardly knew; my voice seemed to come from
somewhere else; but I saw the face over me that belongs to you all.'
'And did you speak to him? But no, you were in no state for that.'
'I gave what messages I could think or speak; but the numb faintness
grew on me, and seemed to gather up all my senses. I did not seem able
to care about anything when I felt myself in his hands.'
'Edgar!' repeated Wilmet, still slow to believe. 'Did you call him by
his name?'
'I cannot tell; I think I did. I know I no more doubted of its being
he than I do that you are Wilmet. Ah! I remember struggling between
a sense that I ought, and the growing disinclination to speak, and
wanting to tell him to go home, for you were all very unhappy about
him. Did I get it out? Did he answer? I cannot tell! No, dearest, I
know no more, nor why he is not here. Zadok must know; where is he?'
The Hindoo was summoned, and it was elicited that the English gentleman
had watched over the Sahib day and night, sent the telegrams, called
in the doctor from Malta, and had acted as if the patient had been
his brother, only going away by the last train before the arrival of
Mr. Harewood, and then leaving with him a packet only to be given up
in case the Major should die without recovering the power of speech.
It was claimed, and proved to contain a record of all that poor John
had endeavoured to say, but written in a disguised hand, though merely
in the spelling of the names betraying that the scribe had been no
stranger. It was plain that he had so entirely thought Major Harewood
a dying man, as to have made no attempt at concealing his own identity
from him, but he had kept it carefully guarded from every one else; and
Wilmet's heart smote her as she questioned, 'Would he have fled if it
had been Felix or Cherry who had been coming?'
Questions were asked, and both M. Chenu and Madame Spiridione testified
that the gentleman who had attended on Major Harewood had been _un
jeune homme extrêmement beau--grand et blond_, but they had no guess as
to his name, and merely knew that he had gone away towards Alexandria.
Both there and at Cairo did Mr. Harewood write to make inquiries, but
always in vain; and the trains were so few and so slow, that he could
not go himself without a longer absence than seemed fitting to propose
in his son's precarious state, when the very efforts that nature was
making towards restoration might so easily result in fever, or in fatal
changes in the wounds.
The sight of him seemed to be only less precious to John than that of
Wilmet. When in comparative ease, it was almost a basking in their
presence. After his long years of foreign service, no one could guess,
he said, the delight it was to look at them; and when he meditated
on the journey they had taken for his sake, he would break out in
wondering gratitude, not to be checked by Wilmet's simplicity of
protest, 'Of course she had come; she could not help it.'
The pleasure and comfort she gave him were really serving to bear him
through. Not only was her touch unusually light, firm, dextrous, and
soft, but pain from her hand was not like that given by any one else,
when each dressing was tortured; and when his nerves were strung to
an acute misery of sensitiveness, her look and touch, her voice and
gesture alone were endurable. His first powers of being entertained
were shown when she talked, or sang, not indeed as her brothers could
sing, but in a low, sweet, and correct voice, that had an infinite
charm of soothing that weary sickness. He might strive not to be
exacting; but his face showed in spite of himself that when she quitted
the room the light of his life went with her, and there was nothing
left him but tedium, helplessness, and sore suffering.
She only did leave him for sleep, which she could usually time while he
was lulled by the anodyne, and for hurried meals at the table d'hôte,
which collected almost every European in the place. Mr. Harewood
likewise made a great point of taking her out every evening for a sandy
walk on the boulevard under the palm trees, as a preservative of her
health, much to the perplexity of the observers. She saw no necessity
for leaving John, to plough her way in the hot sand; but it relieved
the Librarian's mind, and was besides their opportunity for discussing
questions not intended for their patient's ear.
Here it was that Mr. Harewood communicated his difficulty. He had
exchanged one course at the cathedral, but could not arrange for the
next, and it was imperative that he should be at home by the end of the
second week in the New Year. John, though they dared now to call him
better, was still immovable, and what could be done? 'Shall I,' said
the Librarian, 'telegraph to William to bring out Lucy or Grace?'
'Would that be of any use?' said Wilmet, thinking only of their
scatter-brained recklessness in Lance's case.
'They have not your faculties of nursing, my dear; but you see, I don't
perceive how otherwise to contrive for your remaining.'
'Mine! I must stay!' exclaimed Wilmet, her little proprieties most
entirely vanished into oblivion.
'I knew you would say so. Indeed, I still think nothing else gives a
hope of pulling my poor boy through; but in that case, you see, my
dear, one of the girls--or their mother--'
'She would be very uncomfortable, and all for nothing,' said Wilmet;
'and William would lose his term. You know,' and only then the colour
flew into her cheeks, 'I could do very well alone if you were only to
marry us.'
With such simplicity and straightforwardness was it said, that the
Librarian had replied, 'The very best plan,' before the strangeness
struck him, and he began to falter, 'You have--John has settled it?'
'No,' said Wilmet, crimson, but grave, steady, and earnest, 'it was
only this that made me think of it; but if it can be managed without
hurting him, it seems to me the most feasible way.'
This form of speech of course only proceeded from unfathomable depths
of affection and reserve, and it was understood.
'Dear child,' said Mr. Harewood, 'this is the truest kindness of all. I
will not thank you. You and I are too much one with him for that; but I
wish his mother could have known what he has won.'
Soft silent tears were dropping fast under Wilmet's broad hat.
Maidenliness would have that revenge; and she could not speak.
The question of broaching the subject to John overwhelmed her
with embarrassment and shamefastness, at the thought of her own
extraordinary proceeding. Perhaps an impulse might have led her into
proposing it to him, as she had done to his father, but the bare idea
of so doing filled her with shame and dismay; and Mr. Harewood, a
ceremonious and punctilious gentleman of the old school, thought it
incumbent on him to lead his son to make the proposition, so that it
might come at least in appearance from the right quarter.
He had to watch his opportunity, for John was by no means always
fit for conversation, and when he was, was not willing to dispense
with Wilmet's presence; and it was necessary at last to come to, 'I
want to speak to you before she comes back;' and then, having calmed
the restless eye that watched for her, the Librarian explained the
necessities that called him home: and these were fully appreciated by
the Major, who owned that it had been much to have had him for these
six weeks, but therewith came a look of alarm, and the exclamation,
'Oh, but how about her?'
'She does not think of leaving you. We must consider how to arrange for
her.'
'Has not Clement finished his terms? Could not he be franked out?'
'Is there not a simpler way? John, nothing would make me so happy as to
leave that dear girl your wife.'
'But you go before the New Year. Father, it is not to be thought of,'
he said, with a nervous movement of his right hand, which he could now
partially use.
'There is no reason that I should not marry you as you lie there. She
would consent.'
'Dearest! she would consent to anything she thought good for me, but
the more reason that it cannot be thought of. Look at the wreck I am,
and the glorious creature she is.'
'She would not accept that objection.'
'The more need that I should. Even if this place in my side do not,
as I expect from day to day, gangrene and make an end of it at once,
it can hardly be expected that there will not be some contraction or
distortion to make an object of me.'
'Does Chenu tell you this?' asked his father, who had never had the
chances so plainly set before him.
'No. Chenu does as well as any one can; but he has not the gift of
foresight, and there is no use in taxing his French complaisance by
asking questions that no one can answer,' he answered, with quiet calm
and patience that almost overcame his father.
'I did not think you were so despondent,' he said.
'I do not think I am despondent,' was the reply; 'I feel as if I had
only to lie here and wait my orders from above. I suppose weakness and
sedatives blunt the feelings, for I do not regret all that might have
been, as I should have thought I should--nay, as I did, in one night of
fever in India. I can only feel thankfulness for intervals like this,
and the blessing of having you both with me again. Father, I would not
have spoken out, but that I thought you knew it better than I.'
'So I do--so I ought, my dear boy; but I cannot cease to hope that
your having been so far given back to us is an earnest that God will
entirely restore you.'
'That may be yet, but in the uncertainty, it hardly seems right to take
advantage of my darling's devotion to bring on her so terrible a blight
in her youth and loveliness. Sending her home a widow, Father!'
'Poor child! There would be little difference in her grief; and you
should take into consideration that even so, you would leave her freed
from the necessity of working at that school.'
'I could do that, without injustice to Will and the girls; and there
would be a pension besides,' said John thoughtfully; and his father
ventured to add--
'Indeed, I think if your recovery were as partial as you would have me
apprehend, it would still only be a matter of time.'
'She would have her eyes open,' said John; but he thought long before
he spoke again. 'I cannot trust myself to think of it! It is so great
a temptation! My Wilmet! my darling! to waste her strong young life on
me!'
Mr. Harewood said no more. He had experience enough to believe such
things worked themselves out without interposition; and he would have
regarded it as compromising Wilmet's dignity and confidence alike to
mention her words. He left the room when she returned, but nothing
resulted. John was restless and uncomfortable; and Wilmet, thinking
he had heard all, and deemed her forward, was unhappy, and would have
become shy, if his perturbation had not brought on feverishness; and
that as usual inflamed the hurts into such acute pain, that the doctor
gave a stronger opiate than had been needed of late, but which at first
only produced distress, moaning, and wandering. They were more anxious
about him that night and all the next day, than they had been for
more than a week; and only towards the second morning did he become
tranquil enough to fall into slumber, which lasted so late into the
following day, that Wilmet, after being up all night, was persuaded to
lie down during the noonday heat, when she had seen his sleep become
more natural, and the distressful expression relax on his countenance.
She lay on her bed in a kind of waking doze, sad, anxious, and vexed
at what she thought the consequence of the proposal into which she had
been betrayed, feeling desolate, and dreading as much as she desired a
summons to return.
Sister Hedwige did not call her till she had had more refreshing sleep
than perhaps she was aware of; and then, when she came softly into the
room, his eyes shone wistfully into hers, and she knelt down by him to
stroke back that stiff sandy hair of his, and cool his brow with her
freshly-washed hand. He lifted his as far as he could, inviting her to
clasp it; his eyes again looked into hers, and a smile came out upon
his face. 'My father has put a very wonderful thing into my head,' he
said; then, as the lovely colour deepened on her cheek, 'can it be so,
Wilmet?'
In her own calm way she answered, 'Do you not think it will be the best
way?'
'For me? No doubt of that, my dearest, sweetest, best darling!' and the
feeble force of his fingers somehow caused her brow to bend down to his
fervent kiss. 'You look as lovely as--no, ten times lovelier than you
did on the stile when you scolded me for telling you so. Why don't you
now?'
'Because I am glad my face is a pleasure to you,' she said, glowing, so
as to deserve his words, in spite of the effects of her long vigil.
'Ah! sick people are privileged to be foolish to their heart's content.
But, Wilmet, let us be wise for once. This must not be till you have
counted the cost.' And he repeated what he had said to his father of
the likelihood of permanent effects being left.
'You would want me all the more,' she said.
'And you?'
'I should want all the more to be with you.'
Again he smiled fondly on her. 'And more, my love. How easily I may
be a little worse than yesterday, and then you would have to go home
alone.'
'These things are for always,' said Wilmet; and the tears she had
resolved against came in crystal veils over her eyes, and it was vain
to squeeze them out.
'I am conquered,' said John, half quaintly, because he was afraid of
emotion. 'Here is a hand, at least! My father must manage the rest. I
can only be the most glad and thankful of men. Love, this is worth it
all!' as she tenderly smoothed his hair with her soft hand in the way
he liked so well.
'And oh! how nice it will be as you get better!'
'I can believe I shall, much more than I have hitherto done,' returned
he. Then after a happy pause, while she still stroked his head, and
they looked into one another's faces with hearts swelling with unspoken
prayers, he added, 'But of one thing I must and will be sure--of your
brother's free consent.'
She was so sure of it herself, that she only smiled at him; but his
was a sort of soldierly punctilio that forbade the profiting by her
devotion without the sanction of her family, and his father supported
him in it, and wrote from his dictation, detailing the provision which
he was making for Wilmet in case of his death and begging for a reply
by telegraph, since there was not time for Mr. Harewood to wait for an
answer by post, then signing it, with great effort, with three crooked
initials.
There could be no doubt as to the answer; and Wilmet went about her
preparations with her own peculiar modest dignity. The 'belle Mees'
had been a marvel to the French part of the community ever since M. le
docteur had shrugged his amazement at _une grande Anglaise magnifique,
mais blonde et fade,_ coming out instead of a professional _garde
malade_, and then found by experience that her hand and head, her
nerve and gentleness, equalled those of the most skilful _soeur_ with
whom he had ever been thrown. And when it slowly dawned on him what
were her relations with the Major, his wonder at English institutions
knew no bounds. He would have adored her beauty, which grew on him as
something marvellous, if he had not been a little afraid of anything so
lofty and so still, and so incapable of airy chatter, as he found her
at the _table d'hôte_. She produced on him something of the effect of
the Pallas of the Parthenon, come across from Athens to undertake his
patient, or the goddess Neith as John sometimes called her, when he
lay watching her swift needle.
The Deaconess understood her better. Wilmet was much more nearly
the stately Teutonic maiden than the Grecian divinity; and Sister
Hedwige had had her days of romance, and beheld a Velleda in the
noble, self-possessed, helpful woman, who was equal to any of the
Fliedner disciples in resource and firmness. The German mind, too,
appreciated the betrothal tie; and when Wilmet, who had grown very
fond of the kindly, homely _Schwesterchen_ consulted her about sending
to Alexandria for the bridal white that must not be denied to John's
eyes, she wept with joy, promised the willing aid of the Deaconess'
establishment in procuring all she needed, and, moreover, a wreath from
the myrtle they nourished in memory of home.
Wilmet's commission was not needed. She found one of the big boxes
that had been in use as tables and seats opened; and Zadok diving into
it under the Major's directions, and turning out parcels innumerable,
among which appeared a snowy mass of India muslin, exquisitely fine and
covered with delicate embroidery.
'There, Wilmet, you know what that is for.'
And with all the good-will in the world, Madame Spiridione volunteered
French counsel in the cutting out, and Sister Hedwige German needling
in the making; and Zadok, sitting cross-legged at the door, proved
himself equal to any sewing-machine, and worked faster and better than
either of the European nationalities, as indeed he was the son of a
_dirjee_, or embroiderer-man, and had learnt some of his trade, though
educated at a Mission school.
Dr. Chenu half despised, half envied the convenience of being married
without the production of the registers of baptism, or the consent of
either of the mayors or the commanding-officer, and a mere telegram,
'With all my heart,' from the elder brother; but still, Mr. Harewood
was obliged to make an expedition to Cairo to arrange the formalities
for the registry of the marriage, for which the Consul promised to send
an official. The question was whether this gentleman should act as
father to the bride, whose choice otherwise lay between M. Spiridione,
Dr. Chenu, and Zadok Krishnu, and who much inclined to the last
mentioned; but on the last day, by the very same train as brought the
secretary, an unexpected arrival took place.
The one interest of Rameses was the arrival of the trains--few and far
between. Mr. Harewood used to go out to count and report on the pale
faces going westward, and the rosy young ones going eastward, and to
capture the mail-bags and parcels that connected this Egyptian desert
with the outward world. So seldom did any one halt, that he was amazed,
not only to see the secretary, but a slender, black-bearded personage,
portmanteau in hand, Panama hat on head, looking not indeed Oriental,
but so un-English that it was startling to be accosted with, 'Good
morning, Mr. Harewood; I hope your son is still going on well.'
Then it flashed on the Librarian that this was the Life Guardsman who
had once ridden over to Minsterham as Alda Underwood's betrothed.
'Mr. Travis! This is unexpected! You don't bring any bad news for Miss
Underwood, I trust,' he added, taking alarm.
'Oh no, far from it. I came to try to follow up this trail of poor
Edgar. None of the family can,' he proceeded in a tone of apology; 'and
as I have time, I can let no possibility go by.--But is it true, what
they told me at Alexandria--that I am come just in time for a wedding?'
'Indeed it is, but for a very strange one. I am forced to go home when
that train returns; and that sweet girl will not--nay, cannot leave my
poor son. I hope it is not wrong in me to rejoice, turn out as it may.
They will be delighted to see you.'
Ferdinand was made very welcome. He was a breath from home that made
them feel how long they had been exiled. It appeared that he had been
at Paris, vainly seeking as usual, when he had received a telegram from
Miss Underwood, _i.e._ Marilda, and hurrying to England, had heard all
that could be gathered from Wilmet's letter; and here he was, intending
to pursue his inquiries in Egypt, and if needful extend his researches
to Palestine or India, according to whatever clue he might gain.
Such exertions on the part of a stranger in blood were rather
surprising; but Ferdinand seemed to think no explanation needful,
and perhaps his American contempt for space rendered the wonder
less. At any rate, his coming was a great pleasure. He was almost a
brother-in-law to Wilmet, and had belonged to old days in her life, and
he was intermingled with John's time of courtship at Bexley, so that to
both he was like a relation; and Mr. Harewood was much relieved by his
promise to remain comparatively within reach so long as it was possible
that he could be of use to Wilmet or her convalescent, as they durst
not yet term the bridegroom.
So, as John declared, the wedding was graced by representatives of all
quarters of the world. It was on African soil, between two Europeans,
and one spectator came from Asia, another from America, to say nothing
of the lesser distinctions of France, Germany, Greece, Egypt, and
Arabia, nor of the mingling of Aztec, Spanish, American, and English
blood in the veins of Ferdinand Travis.
Bizarre as were the conditions, the marriage scene was very solemn and
touching. It had proved impossible to wait for Christmas Day, as had
been wished; so the 21st of December had been chosen, and the time, the
cool early morning, before the heat of the day, and when light could
be let in without glare or scorching, such as the noontide even of
mid-winter brought.
The room was arrayed as on Sundays, not without thought of the first
Paschal Feast--kept at this very place and round about it--and Mr.
Harewood had robed himself, and brought out the preparations he had
made in case he should arrive in time for his son's last Communion
Feast, but which now served for that of his marriage.
John had so far decorated himself that he had caused M. Spiridione to
trim his hair, and shave all but his habitual red moustache. There was
not much possibility of alteration in his spare, freckled, sunburnt
face; and his condition was chiefly evident in the prone motionlessness
of his figure on the water bed, covered by a bright striped silk quilt,
outside which lay one wasted hand, still scarred and stiff. He was
striving to be calm and passive; but every now and then his fingers
twitched, and the muscles of his face quivered with strong emotion, so
that the doctor, standing behind in military uniform, with moustaches
waxed into standing out like a cat's, was anxiously watching him.
Krishnu, resplendent in white, red, and gold, was on the other side,
with an English Prayer-book, and over a chair his master's uniform
coat and medals, of which he would not be denied the display. There
too was the Greek, in his unbecoming Frank courier dress, and a few
spectators who had crept in at the unclosed door for the strange sight
of the English wedding.
Wilmet's matter-of-fact nature and freedom from self-consciousness were
great auxiliaries to her composure. Living always in the work at hand,
severance from home did not come prominently before her, and still less
the strangeness of giving herself, on her own responsibility, in a
foreign land, to one who could scarcely raise a finger to accept her,
and whose life hung on a thread. Of the lookers-on she never thought;
she could only recollect that she was qualifying herself for the entire
charge of John, and the only eyes she thought of were that one pair of
pale greenish-hazel ones, but for those she took as much pains as Alda
had done to face a world of gazers.
The snowy soft flow and straight folds of the muslin, beneath the green
wreath on her classical braids of light brown hair, far better became
the straight outline than the glossy satin, lace flutter, and formal
wreath, of the London bride. The eyelids cast down, the heightened
carnation, and trembling lip, rendered her grand beauty as modestly
tender as it was majestic, when Ferdinand Travis led her forward,
followed by the sober-suited Deaconess, by Madame Spiridione in a
Parisian cap, and her little boy in full Greek costume.
Poor Fernan! he had eagerly undertaken the service he was to render
to Wilmet, but it must have been a sad reminder of his own vanished
hopes; and as he led her forward, his slight but fine form, noble cast
of features, and clear dark colouring, so fully equalled her in good
looks, that he seemed a more fitting match for her than the feeble
helpless bridegroom, never at his best _extrêmement beau_.
However, no such thought crossed the minds of the parties most closely
concerned as Wilmet knelt by the bedside--knelt at times when she ought
to have stood, or her hand would not have been within the reach of
the poor weak one over which her long soft fingers seemed to exercise
cherishing guidance, with that sense of power and protection she had
been used to wield through life. But though her hand was the firmer,
and less nervous, it was a much stronger, clearer, steadier voice
than could have been looked for, as if manly tenderness overcame all
physical prostration, in which John Oglandby took Wilmet Ursula to be
his wedded wife, rising into power and energy, as though even then the
impulse of guarding, protecting, supporting, love were strengthening
him; and Wilmet, on the other hand, quiet and steadfast though she
was, had her eyes swimming in tears, which now and then stole down and
dropped unawares on his coverlid, and the tone, though not broken or
faltering, was low and choked with intensity of purpose and of prayer.
'Till death us do part,' which he had said so gravely and steadily,
came from her with nearly failing breath, as though the words almost
took away her resolution.
But the Psalm and the Blessing brought back her calmness, and there had
never been any trembling in the hand that held her husband's; there
was only thankful affection in the eyes that gazed at him while she
still knelt on, and all left the chamber except the faithful friend and
faithful servant, who were to share with the newly-married pair the
holiest of feasts. And strangely enough, if Wilmet and her home were
closely interwoven with Ferdinand Travis's first admission to Christian
privileges, it had been Major Harewood's example and occasional words
that had first brought the teaching imbibed in a Mission school to bear
the fruit of true faith and confession thereof in Krishnu.
So it was a really happy and peaceful wedding-day in that strange
far-away land; and John seemed rather the better than the worse for
the exhilaration of spirits, and the sense of secure possession he
had gained. He was so much delighted with Wilmet's bridal white, that
he grumbled if she tried to put on her former dresses, and her first
personal expense was the keeping up her stock--he loved so well to see
her moving about or hovering over him in her clear pure white folds.
They were quite sufficient for one another; and Mr. Harewood left them
by the next westward train. Ferdinand went to see him on board the
Alexandrian steamer, and then continued to circulate in the haunts
of travellers, for the chance of Edgar having joined a Nile boat, or
being sketching among the tombs of the Thebaid. Every now and then he
reappeared at Rameses to report how some _barbe blonde_ he had been
hunting down turned out fiery red; and to communicate his hopes in
some other direction. Suez was inquired through in vain; and he could
not learn that any one of the name or description had gone to India.
Indeed, that country seemed less likely to attract a man of Edgar's
tastes than the picturesque and historical Levant; and his artist
powers and charm of manner made it not unlikely that he might have been
engaged to make sketches.
One hope they had, which died away. The gentleman from the Consulate
mentioned that a party of vocalists had been giving concerts of
national melodies to the European population at Cairo and Alexandria;
and the description reminded Wilmet of last year's meteors. Indeed, it
proved on inquiry that Stanislas and Zoraya Prebel were really among
them, and that they had gone forward to the East, making a tour of the
British dependencies; but when Ferdinand had with difficulty obtained
a sight of an old programme, and a description of the performers, it
was only to convince himself that Edgar could not have been among them.
There was no name like his, and the songs that might have been his were
sung at the very time when his _alibi_ could be proved at Rameses.