To challenge from the scornful sphinx.
D. G. Rossetti.
The doctor's verdict was unhesitating enough. Phyllis's doom2, as more than one who knew her foresaw, was sealed. The shock and the exposure had only hastened an end which for long had been inevitable3. Consumption, complicated with heart disease, both in advanced stages, held her in their grasp; added to these, a severe bronchial attack had set in since the night of the snowstorm, and her life might be said to hang by a thread. It might be a matter[Pg 258] of days, said the cautious physician, of weeks, or even months.
"Would a journey to the south, at an earlier stage of her illness, have availed to save her?" Gertrude asked, with white, mechanical lips.
It was possible, was the answer, that it would have prolonged her life. But almost from the first, it seemed, the shadow of the grave must have rested on this beautiful human blossom.
"Death in her face," muttered Mrs. Maryon, grimly; "I saw it there, I have always seen it."
Meanwhile, people came and went in Upper Baker4 Street; sympathetic, inquisitive5, bustling6.
Fanny, dismayed and tearful, appeared daily at the invalid7's bedside, laden8 with grapes and other delicacies9.
"Poor old Fan," said Phyllis; "how shocked she would be if she knew everything. Don't you think it is your duty, Gerty, to Mr. Marsh10, to let him know?"
Aunt Caroline drove across from Lancaster Gate, rebuke11 implied in every fold of her handsome dress.
"I cannot think," she remarked to her[Pg 259] friends, "how Gertrude could have reconciled such culpable12 neglect of that poor child's health to her conscience."
Gertrude avoided her aunt, saying to herself, in the bitterness of her humiliation13: "It is the Aunt Carolines of this world who are right. I ought to have listened to her. She understood human nature better than I."
The Devonshires, who had not long returned from Germany, were unremitting in their kindness, the slackened bonds between the two families growing tight once more in this hour of need.
Lord Watergate made regular inquiries14 in Baker Street. Gertrude found his presence more endurable than that of the people with whom she had to dissemble; he knew her secret; it was safe with him and she was almost glad that he knew it.
Gertrude had written a brief note to Lucy, telling her that Phyllis was very ill, but urging her to remain a week, at least, in Cornwall.
"She will need all the strength she can get up," thought Gertrude. She herself was performing prodigies15 of work without any conscious effort.
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Frozen, tense, silent, she vibrated between the studio and the sick-room, moving as if in obedience16 to some hidden mechanism17, a creature apparently18 without wants, emotions, or thoughts.
She had gathered from Phyllis' cynically19 frank remarks, that it was by the merest chance she had not been too late and that Darrell had returned to The Sycamores.
"We were going to cross on our way to Italy that very night," Phyllis said. "We drove to Charing20 Cross, and then the snow began to fall, and I had such a fit of coughing that Sidney was frightened, and took me home to St. John's Wood."
Gertrude, who had received these confidences in silence, turned her head away with an involuntary, instinctive21 movement of repugnance22 at the mention of Darrell's Christian23 name.
"Gerty," said Phyllis, who lay back among the pillows, a white ghost with two burning red spots on her cheeks, "Gerty, it is only fair that I should tell you: Sidney isn't as bad as you think. He went away in the summer, because he was beginning to care about me too much; he only came back because he simply couldn't[Pg 261] help himself. And—and, you will go out of the room and never speak to me again—I knew he had a wife, Gerty; I heard them talking about her at the Oakleys, the very first day I saw him. She was his model; she drinks like a fish, and is ten years older than he is——I put that in the letter about getting married, because I didn't quite know how to say it. I thought that very likely you knew."
Gertrude had walked to the window, and was pulling down the blind with stiff, blundering fingers. It was growing dusk and in less than half an hour Lucy would be home. It was just a week since she had set out for Cornwall.
"Shall you tell Lucy?" came the childish voice from among the pillows.
"I don't know. Lie still, Phyllis, and I will see if Mrs. Maryon has prepared the jelly for you."
"Kind old thing, Mrs. Maryon."
"Yes, indeed. She quite ignores the fact that we have no possible claim on her."
Gertrude met Mrs. Maryon on the dusky stairs, dish in hand.
"Do go and lie down, Miss Lorimer; or[Pg 262] we shall have you knocked up too, and where should we be then? You mustn't let Miss Lucy see you like that."
Gertrude obeyed mechanically. Going into the sitting-room24, she threw herself on the little hard sofa, her face pressed to the pillow.
She must have fallen into a doze25, for the next thing of which she was aware was Lucy's voice in her ear, and opening her eyes she saw Lucy bending over her, candle in hand.
"Have you seen her?" she asked, sitting up with a dazed air.
"I am back this very minute. Gertrude, what have you been doing to yourself?"
"Oh, I am all right." She rose with a little smile. "Let me look at you, Lucy. Actually roses on your cheek."
"Gertrude, Gertrude, what has happened to you? Have I come—Oh, Gerty, have I come too late?"
"No," said Gertrude, "but she is very ill."
Lucy put her arms round her sister.
"And I have left you alone through these days. Oh, my poor Gerty."
They went upstairs together, and Lucy[Pg 263] passed into the invalid's room, Gertrude remaining in the outer apartment, which was her own.
In about ten minutes Lucy came out sobbing26. "Oh, Phyllis, Phyllis," she wept below her breath.
Gertrude, paler than ever, rose without a word, and went into the sick-room.
"Poor old Lucy, she looked as if she were going to cry. I asked her if she had any message for Frank," said Phyllis, as her sister sat down beside her, and adjusted the lamp.
"You are over-exciting yourself. Lie still, Phyllis."
"But, Gerty, I feel ever so much better to-night."
Silence. Gertrude sewed, and the invalid lay with closed eyes, but the flutter of the long lashes27 told that she was not asleep.
"Gerty!" In about half an hour the grey eyes had unclosed, and were fixed28 widely on her sister's face.
"What is it?"
"Gerty, am I really going to die?"
"You are very ill," said Gertrude, in a low voice.
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"But to die—it seems so impossible, so difficult, somehow. Frank died; that was wonderful enough; but oneself!"
"Oh, my child," broke from Gertrude's lips.
"Don't be sorry. I have never been a nice person, but I don't funk somehow. I ought to, after being such a bad lot, but I don't. Gerty!"
"What is it?"
"Gerty, you have always been good to me; this last week as well. But that is the worst of you good people; you are hard as stones. You bring me jelly; you sit up all night with me—but you have never forgiven me. You know that is the truth."
Gertrude knelt by the bedside, a great compunction in her heart; she put her hand on that of Phyllis, who went on—
"And there is something I should wish to tell you. I am glad you came and fetched me away. The very moment I saw your angry, white face, and your old clothes with the snow on, I was glad. It is funny, if one comes to think of it. I was frightened, but I was glad."
Gertrude's head drooped29 lower and lower over the coverlet; her heart, which had been[Pg 265] frozen within her, melted. In an agony of love, of remorse30, she stretched out her arms, while her sobs31 came thick and fast, and gathered the wasted figure to her breast.
"Oh, Phyllis, oh, my child; who am I to forgive you? Is it a question of forgiveness between us? Oh, Phyllis, my little Phyllis, have you forgotten how I love you?"
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