After that, her thoughts were long and bitter, and their signs were on her face when Helen returned.
"What have you been doing?" Helen demanded, for she no longer had any awe24 of Mildred Caniper, a woman who had been helpless in her hands.
"Please don't be ridiculous, Helen."
"I'm not."
"This absurd air of authority—"
"But you look—"
"We won't discuss how I look. Where is Miriam?"
"I don't know. Yes, I do. She went to Brent Farm to get some cream. Zeb—He says you're to have cream."
Mildred made a movement which was meant to express baffled patience. "I have tried to persuade you not to use pronouns instead of proper names. Can't you hear how vulgar it is?"
"Dr. Mackenzie wishes you to have cream," Helen said meekly25.
"I do not need cream, and his visits are becoming quite unnecessary."
"So he said today."
"Oh."
"But I," Helen said, smiling to herself, "wish him to come."
"And no doubt the discussion of what primarily concerns me is what kept Dr. Mackenzie so long this afternoon."
"How did you know he stayed?"
"My good Helen, though I am in bed, I am neither deaf nor an imbecile."
"Oh, I know," Helen said with a seriousness which might as well have been mockery as stupidity. "I gave him—I gave Dr. Mackenzie tea. He was driving further, and it's such a stormy day."
"Quite right. He looks overworked—ill. I don't suppose he is properly cared for."
"He has a cough. He says he often gets one," Helen almost pleaded, and she went, at the first opportunity, from the room.
She encountered Jane's solemn and sympathetic stare. "I can't have neglected him, can I?" she asked of the little girl in the pinafore, and the shadows on the landing once more became alive with the unknown. "He does cough a lot, Jane, but he says it's nothing, and he tells the truth." She added involuntarily and with her hand at her throat, "I've been so happy," and immediately the words buzzed round her with menace. She should not have said that; it was a thing hardly to be thought, and she had betrayed her secret, but it comforted her to remember that this was nearly the end of January, and before long the Easter fires would burn again and she could pray.
Between the present and that one hour in the year when she might ask for help, Zebedee's cough persisted and grew worse. He had to own to a weakness of the lungs; he suffered every winter, more or less, and there had been one which had driven him to warmer climes.
"And you never told me that before!" she cried, with her hand in that tell-tale position at her throat.
"My dear, there has been no time to tell you anything. There hasn't been one day when we could be lavish26. We've counted seconds. Would I talk about my lungs?"
"Perhaps we don't really know each other," Helen said, hoping he would not intercept27 this hostage she was offering to fortune, and she looked at him under her raised brows, and smiled a little, tempting28 him.
"We don't," he said firmly, and she drew a breath. "We only know we want each other, and all the rest of our lives is to be the adventure of finding each other out."
"But I'm not adventurous," she said.
"Oh, you'll like it," he assured her, smiling with his wonderfully white teeth and still more with the little lines round his eyes. He looked at her with that practical air of adoration29 which was as precious to her as his rare caress30; she felt doubly honoured because, in his love-making, he preserved a humour which did not disguise his worship of her. "You'll like it," he said cheerfully. "Why don't you marry me now and take care of me?"
She made a gesture towards the upper room. "How can I?"
"No, you can't. Not," he added, "so much on that account, as simply because you can't. I'd rather wait a few months more—"
"You must," she said, and faintly irritated him. She looked at her clasped hands. "Zebedee, do you feel you want to be taken care of?" Her voice was anxious and, though he divined how much was balanced on his answer, he would not adjust it nicely.
"Not exactly," he said honestly, and he saw a light of relief and a shadow of disappointment chase each other on her face.
"After all, I think I do know you rather well," he murmured, as he took her by the shoulders. "Do you understand what I am doing?"
"You're telling me the truth."
"And at what a cost?"
She nodded. "But you couldn't help telling me the truth."
"And if I bemoaned31 my loneliness, how my collars get lost in the wash, how tired I am of Eliza's cooking and her face, how bad my cough is, then you'd let me carry you away?"
"I might. Zebedee—are those things true, too?"
"Not particularly."
"And your cough isn't bad?"
He hesitated. "It is rather bad."
"And you're a doctor!"
"But my dear, darling, love—I've no control over the weather."
"You ought to go away," she said in a low voice.
"I hope it won't come to that," he said.
It was Rupert who asked her a week later if she had jilted Zebedee.
"Why?" she asked quickly.
"He's ill, woman."
"I know."
"But really ill. You ought to send him away until the spring."
Her lips moved for a few seconds before she uttered "Yes," and after that sound she was mute under the double fear of keeping him and parting from him, but, since to let him go would give her the greater pain, it was the lesser33 fear, and it might be that the powers who were always waiting near to demand a price would, in this manner, let her get her paying done. She welcomed the chance of paying in advance and she kept silence while she strengthened herself to do it bravely.
Because she did not speak, Rupert elaborated. "When Zebedee loses his temper, there's something wrong."
"Has he done that?"
"Daniel daren't speak to him."
"He never speaks to people: he expounds34."
"True; but your young man was distinctly short with me, even me, yesterday. Listen to your worldly brother, Helen. Why don't you marry him and take him into the sun? It's shining somewhere, one supposes."
"I can't."
"Why not? There's Miriam."
"What good is she?"
"You never give her a chance. You're one of those self-sacrificing, selfish people who stunt35 other people's growth. It's like not letting a baby learn to walk for fear it falls and hurts itself, or tumbles into the best flower-beds and ruins 'em. Have you ever thought of that?"
"But she's happier than she used to be," Helen said and smiled as though nothing more were needed. "And soon she will be going away. She won't stay after she is twenty-one."
"D'you think that fairy-tale is going to come true?"
"Oh, yes. She always does what she wants, you know. And she is counting on Uncle Alfred, though she says she isn't. She had a letter from him the other day."
"And when she has gone, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know what I'm going to do."
"Things won't be easier for you then. You'd better face that."
"But she'll be better—Notya will be better."
"And you'll marry Zebedee."
"I don't like saying what I'm going to do."
Rupert's dark eyes had a hard, bright light. "Are you supposed to love that unfortunate man? Look here, you're not going to be tied to Notya all her life. Zebedee and I won't have it."
"What's going to happen to her, then?"
"Bless the child! She's grown up. She can look after herself."
"But I can't leave just you and her in this house together."
He said in rather a strained voice, "I shan't be here. The bank's sending me to the new branch."
"Oh!" Helen said.
"I'm sorry about it. I tried not to seem efficient, but there's something about me—charm, I think. They must have noticed how I talk to the old ladies who don't know how to make out their cheques. So they're sending me, but I don't know that I ought to leave you all."
"Of course you must."
"I can come home on Saturdays."
"Yes. And Notya's better, and John is near. Why shouldn't you go?"
"Because your face fell."
"It's only that everybody's going. It seems like the end of things." She pictured the house without Rupert and she had a sense of desolation, for no one would whistle on the track at night and make the house warmer and more beautiful with his entrance; there would be no one to look up from his book with unfailing readiness to listen to everything and understand it; no one to say pleasant things which made her happy.
"Why," she said, plumbing36 the depths of loss, "there'll be no one to get up early for!"
"Ah, it's Miriam who'll feel that!" he said.
"And even Daniel won't come any more. He's tired of Miriam's foolishness."
"To tell you a secret, he's in love with some one else. But he has no luck. No wonder! If you could be married to him for ten years before you married him at all—"
"I don't know," Helen said thoughtfully. "Those funny men—" She did not finish her thought. "It will be queer without you," and after a pause she added the one word, "lonely."
It was strange that Miriam, whom she loved best, should never present herself to Helen's mind as a companion: the sisters, indeed, rarely spoke37 together except to argue some domestic point, to scold each other, or to tease, yet each was conscious of the other's admiration38, though Helen looked on Miriam as a pretty ornament39 or toy, and Miriam gazed dubiously40 at what she called the piety41 of the other.
"Yes, lonely," she said, but in her heart she was glad that her payment should be great, and she said loudly, as though she recited her creed42: "I wouldn't change anything. I believe in the things that happen."
"May they reward you!" he said solemnly.
"When will you have to go?"
"I'm not sure. Pretty soon. Look here, my dear, you three lone32 women ought to have a dog to take man's place as your natural protector—and so on."
"Have you told Zebedee you are going?"
"Yesterday."
"Then he will be getting one."
"H'm. He seems to be a satisfactory lover."
"He is, you know."
"Thank God for him."
"Would you?" Helen said. She had a practical as well as a superstitious43 distaste for offering thanks for benefits not actually received, and also a disbelief in the present certainty of her possession, but she took hope. John had gone, Rupert was going, of her own will she would send Zebedee away, and then surely the powers would be appeased44, and if she suffered enough from loneliness, from dread45 of seeing Mildred Caniper ill again, of never getting her lover back, the rulers of her life might be willing, at the end, to let her have Zebedee and the shining house—the shining house which lately had taken firmer shape, and stood squarely back from the road, with a little copse of trees rising behind.
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