“Well, Twenty,” said the nurse to Bobbie cheerfully. “You going to stay at our hotel for a few weeks?” The nurse was a pleasing round-faced young woman, who signalled the approach of an ironical15 remark by winking17; in the absence of this intimation the ward understood Nurse Crowther to be serious. “All the nobility come here,” said Nurse Crowther, deflecting18 her eyelid19, “seem to have given up Homburg and Wiesbaden and places, and to have made up their mind to come to Margaret Ward. Here’s Lord Bailey, otherwise known as Nineteen, for instance.” The white-faced boy laughed at this personal allusion20. “He’s given up everything,” declared Nurse Crowther. “Dances, receptions, partridge shooting, and I don’t know what all, just in order that he should come and spend a few months here with us. Isn’t that right, Nineteen?”
“Gawspel!” affirmed little Nineteen, in a whisper.
“It must affect some of the other fashionable resorts,” said Nurse Crowther, pursuing the facetious21 vein22. “I’m told that there’s nobody at Trouville this year, and as for Switzerland—”
“All the time you’re trying to be funny,” complained Master Lancaster, “you’re letting my milk get cold. Why don’t you attend to bisness first?”
“Hope you’re not going to be a tiresome23 boy,” said the nurse.
“Wait and see.”
“I must bring the Sister to see you presently. You’ve got a nice open face.”
“If I’ve got an open face I can keep me mouth shut,” said Twenty, drinking his milk. “That’s more than some of you can.”
“Arm pretty comfortable this morning?” asked the nurse, good-temperedly, as she smoothed the scarlet counterpane. “Had a good night’s rest? Weren’t disturbed by the noise of the traffic, were you? What—”
“One at a time, one at a time,” said Twenty crossly. “I can’t answer forty thousand blooming questions at once.”
“Sit back now, there’s a dear, and keep as quiet as you can till the doctors come round.”
“What time do they put in an appearance?”
“That, dear duke,” said the nurse winking, “entirely24 depends upon you. You have but to say the word.”
“If there’s one thing I can’t stand more’n another,” said the boy, settling himself down cautiously, “it is gels trying to be comic.”
The young doctor with three or four men still younger, and all of them endeavouring to look an incalculable age, paid their visit to Margaret Ward in due course, and Bobbie felt indignant because whereas they p. 75stayed at the end of his bed but a couple of minutes writing some casual marks on the blue form pinned on the board above his head, at the next bed they ordered a screen to be placed, and behind this they remained in consultation25 over the white-faced little Nineteen for quite a long time. When they had gone, Bobbie salved his jealousy26 by telling Nineteen at once that Nineteen need not think himself everybody, giving a long list of imaginary complaints that he (Bobbie) had in the past suffered from, ranging in character from a wart27 on the knuckles28 to complete paralysis29 of the right side. This seemed to restrain any idea that Nineteen might have had of exhibiting conceit30, and that little chap contented31 himself by offering to bet two to one in halfpennies that he would he the next in the Margaret Ward to go. Bobbie forced the odds32 to three to one, and then closed with the wager33.
“I shan’t be sorry,” said white-faced Nineteen, “’pon me word I shan’t. It can’t be much worse than this.”
“You be careful how you talk,” advised Bobbie. “A man that’s getting near to kicking the bucket can’t be too cautious of what he says.”
“Likely as not,” said Nineteen, “it’ll he a jolly sight better than this.”
“How can you tell?”
“Anyway,” said Nineteen, “it’ll he a rare old lark34 to watch and see what ’appens. I ’eard a man arguin’ once in Victoria Park that those what put up with a lot in this world, got it all their own way in the next, and vicer verser.”
“How did he get to know?”
“Of course,” admitted Nineteen, “it’s all speculation35.” Little Nineteen yawned. “I feel bit tired.”
“You take jolly good care what you’re about, old man,” recommended Bobbie. “You’ll look jolly silly if you find yourself all at once in ’ell.”
“Even that’d be interesting.”
“And hot,” said Bobbie.
“I shouldn’t mind chancing it a bit,” said Nineteen, “only there’s the old woman. She worries about me a good deal, she does.”
“Your mother?”
“She’d he upset if she thought I hadn’t gone to ’Eaven.” Nineteen gave the skeleton of a laugh. “You know what Primitive36 Methodists are,” he added excusingly.
“Tell you what,” said Bobbie. “If anything ’appens to you and you pop off the hooks, I’ll tell her that you were going there all right, and I’ll make up something about angels, and say they was your last words. See!”
“I shall take it very kind of you,” said little Nineteen thankfully.
“You leave it me. And touchin’ that bet. Just occurs to me. If you lose you mayn’t be able to pay.”
“If I win I shan’t be able to dror it off of you.”
“Never mind,” said Bobbie, “we’ll see what ’appens.”
“I’ve never stole nothin’,” urged Nineteen, after a pause.
“You’re all right.” With some awkwardness.
“I’ve never had a copper37 even speak to me.”
“You’re as right as ninepence. There’s lots of cheps worse than you.”
“I’ve got to ’ave port wine and jellies,” remarked Nineteen after a pause.
“Some of you get all the luck,” said Bobbie. At which Nineteen dozed38 off contentedly39.
p. 76When, later in the morning, the tall young Sister came up to Bobbie’s cot and introduced herself, he permitted her to talk for some time, and watched her quiet, attractive face. Dressed in her plain gown, she looked, the boy thought, perfect, and he touched the white hand that rested on the coverlet of his bed with shy respect. Sister Margaret talked of his accident; chatted about the other numbers of the ward. Leaving him for a moment to give white-faced Nineteen a kiss, she was called back by Bobbie.
“I say, Miss.”
“Well, Twenty.”
“Something to ask you. Bend down.”
As the tall young woman obeyed, Bobbie put one hand to his mouth in order that his confidential40 inquiry41 might not be heard by the other boys. “How’s your young man?” he whispered.
Sister Margaret flushed and stood upright.
“What do you mean, Twenty?” she answered, severely42. “You must understand that here we don’t allow boys to be impudent43.”
“It’s all right, Miss,” whispered Bobbie. “Don’t fly all to pieces. I’m not chaffing of you. I mean Mr. West—Mr. Myddleton West.”
“You know Mr. West?” she said, bending down again.
“Rather!” said the boy. “Saw your photograph in his place yesterday. Only one in the room.”
She sat down beside the bed, her eyes taking a light of interest. Bobbie looking round the ward to see that this special honour was being noted44, and observed that the numbers on the opposite side scowled45 jealously at him.
“I’ve known him off and on,” said Bobbie, “these two or three years. Good sort, he is.”
“Mr. West is indeed a very good fellow,” said the Sister earnestly. “But you—you are wrong, Twenty, in assuming that we are engaged. Nothing, in point of fact, is further from the truth. We are very good friends, and that is all.”
“You don’t kid me,” said the boy knowingly.
“Twenty! I shall be extremely annoyed if, whilst you are in the ward, you couple my name with Mr. West’s.”
“Shouldn’t think of doing so, Sister,” he said seriously. “If there’s one thing I can do better than another it is keeping a secret. Once I make up my mind to shut my mouth, wild ’orses wouldn’t open it.”
“I like him,” she went on (it appeared that the Sister was not averse46 to speaking of Myddleton West), “I like him very much, but it is possible to like a person, Twenty, without going so far as to become engaged.”
“Depends!”
“There are several courses open nowadays to women,” she said half to herself, and with something of enthusiasm. “It is no longer marriage or nothing for them. There are certain duties in the world—public duties—that a woman can take upon herself, and marriage would only interfere47 with their performance. The old idea of woman’s place in the world was, to my mind, not quite decent. We are getting away from all that, and we are coming to see that the possibilities—”
“Don’t he mind your taking up with this nonsense?” asked Bobbie. The boy’s interruption stopped the argumentative young woman. She p. 77laughed brightly at finding herself lecturing to Twenty on this subject, and, smoothing his pillow before she went, asked him with a smile whether he did not agree with her.
“I call it a silly ass7 of an idea,” he said frankly48.
This was not the last talk that he had with the tall young Sister of the ward, and for some days in that week the ward inclined to mutiny on account of the disproportionate time that she gave to Twenty and to little Nineteen. It almost seemed that Nineteen showed signs of improvement under the combined influence of her visits and the companionship of Bobbie his neighbour; Bobbie’s predecessor49 had been a gloomy boy, with his own views in regard to details of eternal torments50, and Bobbie’s optimism cheered the white-faced boy so much that when his tearful mother came to see him, being by special permission admitted at any time, she found herself debating with him on his walk in life when he should grow up, and discussing the relative advantages of the position of engine-driver as compared with that of policeman. Nineteen introducing his neighbour, Nineteen’s mother gave Bobbie two oranges and an illuminated51 card bearing minatory52 texts. Bobbie enjoyed the oranges.
“I think he’s better, nurse,” said Nineteen’s mother respectfully. “Seems to have got more colour, and—”
“It’s my belief,” answered Nurse Crowther at the foot of the bed, “that there’s nothing whatever the matter with his lordship. I believe it’s all his nonsense. I tell him that he’ll have to take me to the theatre some evening, soon as ever he gives up playing this game of lying in bed.”
Little Nineteen smiled faintly. The good-humoured nurse went and placed her cool hand on his forehead.
“I don’t hold with theatres, nurse,” said Nineteen’s mother precisely53. “To my mind chapel54 is a great deal better than all these devil’s playhouses.”
“Dam sight duller,” remarked Bobbie.
“Twenty! I’m surprised.”
“Well, nurse,” said Bobbie excusingly, “she said ‘devil.’”
“Anyway,” remarked Nurse Crowther, “we’re going to dodge55 off somewhere, the very first day he gets well, aren’t we, Nineteen?”
Happy nod of acquiescence56 from the tired boy.
“And we shan’t say anything to anybody else about it, shall we, Nineteen?”
Not a word, signalled poor Nineteen.
“And, goodness! how people will stare when they see us on the steamer together off to Rosherville.”
“I’ll come with you,” interposed Bobbie from the next bed.
“Not likely,” declared Nurse Crowther, with another wink16. “Two’s company, three’s a crowd. Aye, Nineteen?”
“Most decidedly,” intimated the delighted boy.
“And now it’s time for your little pick-me-up. Say good-bye to your mother.”
Nineteen’s mother, having said good-bye, drew the nurse aside, whispering a question, and Bobbie heard the answer, “No hope!” This startled Bobbie, and made him think; presently he worked so hard in the endeavour to cheer little Nineteen that Sister Margaret had to command silence, because Nineteen required rest. That night, when the ward was silent, Bobbie watched him as he lay with eyes closed, his breathing short p. 78and irregular, and for almost the first time in his life, Bobbie thought seriously of the desirability—taking everything into consideration—of becoming religious.
He could see the red fire, and watching it he considered this entirely new suggestion. He lifted the bed-clothes to shield himself from the sight of the distant fireplace, for he was becoming heated. It required much determination to put gloomy thoughts from him; when he had partly succeeded in doing this he looked again at the fire, and then he knew that there were tears in his eyes, because the light of the fire became starry57 and confused in appearance. He sniffed58 and rubbed his eyes. It seemed that he could see another fire, a small one, near to the grate, and this he assumed to be an optical delusion59 until it crept along a black rug and commenced to blaze, whereupon he slipped cautiously out of bed; his bandaged arm paining, despite his care, and called for the nurse. An answer did not come immediately, and the boy hurried bare-footed, in his scarlet gown only, across the floor to the burning rug. Afterwards, he remembered rolling it up awkwardly with one hand and stamping upon it; the night nurse hurrying up with a scream, forty heads up in forty cots—it was then for the first and last time in his life that Bobbie fainted.
“We shall have to send you to a home, Twenty.” Sister Margaret looked on a day or two later, whilst Nurse Crowther re-bound the lint60 and wool. “A convalescent home down by the sea-side, upon a hill, where you can watch the shipping61, and—”
“That’ll suit me down to the ground, Sister.”
“I believe he got burnt purposely, Sister,” declared Nurse Crowther, “so that he should have a nice long holiday. Wish to goodness I was half as artful as Twenty is.”
“I’m sure,” said Sister Margaret sedately63, “that Twenty is a very brave boy. If it hadn’t been for his courage there might have been quite a serious fire.”
Twenty blushed.
“Twenty has qualities,” went on the tall Sister, “that if properly directed—I should bring it twice over the knee, nurse, I think—will make him a fine young fellow, and a credit to his country.” Sister Margaret had raised her voice in order that her words might be heard. The ward listened alertly; little Nineteen, whose eyelids64 were now very tired, moving his head in order to hear. “Wrongly directed,” she said, lowering her voice, “they will only make him dangerous.”
“I should rather like to grow up and—and be brave,” said little Nineteen from the next bed.
“So you shall,” declared Nurse Crowther, cheerily, “so you shall, Nineteen. If you don’t get the Victoria Cross some day, Nineteen, never believe me again.” Little Nineteen consoled, closed his eyes wearily. “As for you, Marquis,” went on Nurse Crowther, pinning the end of the roll with which Bobbie’s limb had been enveloped65, “I believe that what Sister says is perfectly66 true. If you can only keep on the main line you’ll make a capital journey. Only don’t get branching off.”
“If I don’t get along in the world,” said Bobbie, with a touch of his old impudence67, “it won’t he for the want of telling.”
“You ought to be grateful, my Lord Bishop,” said Nurse Crowther, adjusting the bed-clothes carefully, “that you’ve got so many friends.”
“Me!” echoed the boy. “Why, I ain’t got a friend in the world.”
p. 79“Twenty!” said Sister Margaret reprovingly. “And Mr. West is coming all the way down here next visiting day specially68 to see you.”
“To see me?”
“Yes,” said Sister Margaret, a little unsteadily, “to see you.”
“Reckon,” said the boy, looking up, “he’s going to kill two birds with one stone. What he’s really coming for is to see—”
“Twenty,” she commanded, “silence!”
“Is to-morrow visiting day?” asked the thin voice of Nineteen, sleepily.
“To-morrow,” replied Nurse Crowther. “And mind you’re nice and bright, Saucy69 Face, by three o’clock against your mother comes.”
In the ward the next day occurred the usual excitement that preceded an afternoon for visitors. Little Nineteen alone uninterested; it almost seemed that he had ceased to take concern in worldly matters such as the arrival of apples and other contraband70, and to be content, when not asleep, with staring very hard at the ceiling. Bobbie himself, cheered by receipt of a kindly71 note from Collingwood Cottage, gave his best endeavours to the task of enlivening Nineteen (“Sop me goodness,” said Bobbie, reproachfully to himself, “if I ain’t getting fond of the little beggar”), but with no result. Elsewhere in the ward movement and expectation; Sister Margaret and the nurses had trouble to preserve sanity72 amongst the boy patients. Thirty-five declared privately73 his opinion that all the clocks were slow; that someone had put them back on purpose; Thirty-five added darkly that if he could find the person responsible for the deed he would make it a County Court job. Nevertheless, the hour presently struck, and two minutes afterwards came the sound of many footsteps in the passage; the swing doors opened, and the visitors marched in under the narrow inspection74 of every scarlet-gowned occupant of every scarlet-counterpaned bed. There were sounds of kissing in different parts of the ward. Bobbie ordered Nineteen to wake up and look sharp about it, but little Nineteen did not answer.
“If you please, Miss, is there a boy named Robert Lancaster in this ward?”
Bobbie’s head came up. Nurse Crowther pointed75 him out to a young girl, dressed quietly, her hair rolled up into a neat bunch, and wearing brown gloves fiercely new. She carried a small paper bag, and looked casually76 at her silver watch as she advanced to the bedside of Twenty.
“What ho!” said Bobbie, not unkindly. “Who sent for you?”
“Mother told me I might come,” said Miss Trixie Bell, breathlessly, “and mother sent this bunch of the best grapes she could get in Spitalfields Market, and mother said I was to give you her kind regards, and tell you to get well as soon as you could.”
“Left to meself,” said Bobbie, “I should never ’ave thought of that. They ain’t so dusty them grapes, though, are they?” he added, admiringly.
“I should rather think not,” said Trixie. “They cost money. How’s your arm? You look nice and neat in your scarlet—” Miss Bell checked herself and bit her lips. “I nearly said bed-gown,” she remarked, apologetically, taking out her watch again.
“You’ve altered,” said Bobbie, “since you came to see me last.”
“Mother says I’m going to grow up tall.”
“Take care you don’t grow up silly the same time. Where’d you get your watch from?”
“Fancy your noticing,” said Trixie Bell, delightedly. “That’s new p. 80to-day. Mother gave it me because it was my birthday, and I’d helped nicely with the shop.”
“Many ’appy returns,” he said, gruffly.
“Thank you, Bobbie.”
“Ever see anything of them Drysdale Street bounders? I mean Nose and Libbis and—”
“I never take no notice of nobody,” said the young lady, precisely. “Mother says its best to ignore them altogether. Mother says its unwise even to pass the time of day. So when they call out after me, I simply walk on as though I hadn’t ’eard.”
“That’s right,” said Bobbie, approvingly.
“Your neighbour’s asleep.”
“Little beggar’s always at it. He’ll wake up directly when his mother comes.”
A scent of flowers and a familiar deep voice. Trixie, who had been resting one elbow on the pillow, drew back, as Myddleton West came up.
“Well, young man,” said Myddleton West, cheerily, “how are we getting on? Sister Margaret has been telling me of your fire brigade exploit.”
“That was nothing.”
“It might have been, apparently77, if you had not acted as you did. This a friend of yours?” Miss Bell stood up and bowed. “Why, I’ve met you two together before. On a tram going Shoreditch way on the night when—”
“Let bygones be bygones,” said Bobbie, uneasily. “That was ages ago.”
“When you were mere78 boy and girl?”
“Jesso!”
“Sister Margaret thinks of getting you away to a convalescent home,” said Myddleton West.
“You seem to have had a rare old chat with her,” said the boy, pointedly79. “Give her them flowers, instead of leaving them here. They’ll please her.”
“Excuse me,” interrupted Trixie, “don’t you think you ought to call the nurse for this little chap in the next bed? I’ve just touched his hand, and somehow—”
Nurse Crowther and another nurse come quickly to the bed of Nineteen. Nurse Crowther flies for the screen; when this is fixed80 around the bed, a doctor is sent for. The doctor hurries in, goes away directly, but the screen remains81. Nineteen’s mother arriving tardily82 with oranges for her boy, is admitted behind the screen, and there comes presently the sound of weeping.
“Ain’t he woke up, Nurse?” asks Bobbie, anxiously.
“Nearly time for visitors to go,” says Nurse Crowther. “You’ll soon have to say good-bye. Nice bright day outside, they tell me.”
“Ain’t he woke up yet, Nurse?”
“Who, your Highness?”
“Why, Nineteen.”
For once Nurse Crowther’s wink declines to respond to her summons. Her lips move, and she puts her hand up to control them.
“My chick,” she says, “Nineteen won’t wake again in this world.” The bed clothes go quickly over Bobbie’s head, and remain there for p. 81some few minutes. When Sister Margaret’s voice is heard warning visitors of the approach of half-past four, his head reappears rather shamefacedly.
“Trixie.”
“Yes, Bobbie.”
“Anybody looking?”
“Not a soul.”
“Well,” whispers Bobbie, “if you like to bend down, you can give me a kiss.”
Miss Bell takes sedate62 advantage of this offer, and, readjusting her hat, when she has done so, finds her bright brown gloves.
“Thank you, Bobbie,” says Miss Bell. Then she adds very softly, “Dear.”
“Not so much of the ‘dear,’” orders Bobbie.
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