"HUMPTY DUMPTY HAD A GREAT FALL."
All the stupor and languor which immediately followed Nan's fall passed
off during her drive home; she chatted and laughed, her cheeks were
flushed, her eyes bright. Hester turned with a relieved face to Miss
Danesbury.
"My little darling is all right, is she not?" she said. "Oh, I was so
terrified--oh, how thankful I am no harm has been done!"
Miss Danesbury did not return Hester's full gaze; she attempted to take
little Nan on her knee, but Nan clung to Hetty. Then she said--
"You must be careful to keep the sun off her, dear--hold your parasol
well down--just so. That is better. When we get home, I will put her
to bed at once. Please God, there _is_ nothing wrong; cut one cannot be
too careful."
Something in Miss Danesbury's manner affected Hester strangely; she
clasped Nan's slight baby form closer and closer to her heart, and no
longer joined in the little one's mirth. As the drive drew to a close,
Nan again ceased talking, and fell into a heavy sleep.
Miss Danesbury's face grew graver and graver, and, when the waggonette
drew up at Lavender House, she insisted on lifting the sleeping child
out of Hester's arms, and carrying her up to her little crib. When
Nan's little head was laid on the cool pillow, she again opened her
eyes, and instantly asked for a drink. Miss Danesbury gave her some
milk and water, but the moment she drank it she was sick.
"Just as I feared," said the governess; "there is some little mischief--
not much, I hope--but we must instantly send for the doctor."
As Miss Danesbury walked across the room to ring the bell, Hester
followed her.
"She's not in danger?" she whispered in a hoarse voice; "if she is,
Annie is guilty of murder."
"Don't, my dear," said the governess; "you must keep quiet for Nan's
sake. Please God, she will soon be better. All I really apprehend is a
little excitement and feverishness, which will pass off in a few days
with care. Hester, my dear, I suddenly remember that the house is
nearly empty, for all the servants are also enjoying a holiday. I think
I must send you for Dr Mayflower. The waggonette is still at the door.
Drive at once to town, my dear, and ask the coachman to take you to
Number 10, The Parade. If you are very quick, you will catch Dr
Mayflower before he goes out on his afternoon rounds."
Hester glanced for half an instant at Nan, but her eyes were again
closed.
"I will take the best care of her," said the governess in a kind voice;
"don't lose an instant, dear."
Hester snatched up her hat and flew downstairs. In a moment she was in
the waggonette, and the driver was speedily urging his horses in the
direction of the small town of Sefton, two miles and a half away.
Hester was terrified now--so terrified, in such an agony, that she even
forgot Annie; her hatred toward Annie became of secondary importance to
her. All her ideas, all her thoughts, were swallowed up in the one
great hope--Should she be in time to reach Dr Mayflower's house before
he set off on his afternoon rounds? As the waggonette approached Sefton
she buried her face in her hands and uttered a sharp inward cry of
agony.
"Please God, let me find the doctor!" It was a real prayer from her
heart of hearts. The waggonette drew up at the doctor's residence, to
discover him stepping into his brougham. Hester was a shy child, and
had never seen him before; but she instantly raised her voice, and
almost shouted to him--"You are to come with me; please, you are to come
at once. Little Nan is ill--she is hurt. Please, you are to come at
once."
"Eh! young lady?" said the round-faced doctor. "Oh! I see; you are one
of the little girls from Lavender House. Is anything wrong there,
dear?"
Hester managed to relate what had occurred; whereupon the doctor
instantly opened the door of the waggonette.
"Jump out, young lady," he said; "I will drive you back in my brougham.
Masters," addressing his coachman, "to Lavender House."
Hester sat back in the soft-cushioned carriage, which bowled smoothly
along the road. It seemed to her impatience that the pace at which they
went was not half quick enough--she longed to put her head out of the
window to shout to the coachman to go faster. She felt intensely
provoked with the doctor, who sat placidly by her side reading a
newspaper.
Presently she saw that his eyes were fixed on her. He spoke in his
quietest tones.
"We always take precisely twenty minutes to drive from the Parade to
Lavender House--twenty minutes, neither more nor less. We shall be
there now in exactly ten minutes." Hester tried to smile, but failed;
her agony of apprehension grew and grew. She breathed more freely when
they turned into the avenue. When they stopped at the wide stone porch,
and the doctor got out, she uttered a sigh of relief.
She took Dr Mayflower herself up to Nan's room. Miss Danesbury opened
the door, the doctor went inside, and Hester crouched down on the
landing and waited. It seemed to her that the good physician would
never come out. When he did she raised a perfectly blanched face to
his, she opened her lips, tried to speak, but no words would come. Her
agitation was so intense that the kind-hearted doctor took instant pity
on her.
"Come into this room, my child," he said. "My dear, you will be ill
yourself if you give way like this. Pooh! pooh! this agitation is
extreme--is uncalled for. You have got a shock. I shall prescribe a
glass of sherry at once. Come downstairs with me, and I will see that
you get one."
"But how is she, sir--how is she?" poor Hester managed to articulate.
"Oh! the little one--sweet, pretty, little darling. I did not know she
was your sister--a dear little child. She got an ugly fall, though--
came on a nasty place."
"But, please, sir, how is she? She--she--she is not in danger?"
"Danger? by no means, unless you put her into it. She must be kept very
quiet, and, above all things, not excited. I will come to see her again
to-morrow morning. With proper care she ought to be quite herself in a
few days. Ah! now you've got a little colour in your cheek, come down
with me and have that glass of sherry, and you will feel all right."