THREE.

Shortly afterwards the nurse surprised them all by coming into the room.

She carried a writing-case. Edwin introduced her to Auntie Hamps and

Clara. Clara blushed and became mute. Auntie Hamps adopted a tone of

excessive deference, of which the refrain was "Nurse will know best."

Nurse seemed disinclined to be professional. Explaining that as she was

not able to sleep she thought she might as well get up, she took a seat

near the fire and addressed herself to Maggie. She was a tall and

radiant woman of about thirty. Her aristocratic southern accent proved

that she did not belong to the Five Towns, and to Maggie, in excuse for

certain questions as to the district, she said that she had only been at

Pirehill a few weeks. Her demeanour was extraordinarily cheerful.

Auntie Hamps remarked aside to Clara what a good thing it was that Nurse

was so cheerful; but in reality she considered such cheerfulness

exaggerated in a sick-room, and not quite nice. The nurse asked about

the posts, and said she had a letter to write and would write it there

if she could have pen and ink. Auntie Hamps, telling her eagerly about

the posts, thought that these professional nurses certainly did make

themselves at home in a house. The nurse's accent intimidated all of

them.

"Well, nurse, I suppose we mustn't tire our patient," said Auntie Hamps

at last, after Edwin had brought ink and paper.

Edwin, conscious of the glory of a gold watch and chain, and conscious

also of freedom from future personal service on his father, preceded

Auntie Hamps and Clara to the landing, and Nurse herself sped them from

the room, in her quality of mistress of the room. And when she and

Maggie and Darius were alone together she went to the bedside and spoke

softly to her patient. She was so neat and bright and white and

striped, and so perfect in every detail, that she might have been a

model taken straight from a shop-window. Her figure illuminated the

dusk. An incredible luxury for the little boy from the Bastille! But

she was one of the many wonderful things he had earned.

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