The incident left him apparently1 unscathed. He showed no signs of trouble until four years after, when his mother died. Then the two shocks rolled into one, and for a year Gibson was a wreck2.
At last he was told, as he had been told before, to stop work and go away—anywhere—for a rest. He went to a small seaside town in East Devon.
The man's nature was so sound that in a month's time he recovered sufficiently3 to take an interest in what was going on around him.
He was lodged4 in one of a row of small houses facing the esplanade. Each had its own plot of green garden spread before it, and a flagged pathway leading from [Pg 64] the gate to the door. Path and garden were raised a good half-foot above the level of the sidewalk, and this half-foot, Gibson observed, was a serious embarrassment5 to his next-door neighbors.
Twice a day a bath-chair with an old gentleman in it would emerge from the doorway6 of the house next door. It was drawn7 by two little ladies, a dark one and a fair one, whom Gibson judged to be the old gentleman's daughters. He must have weighed considerably8, that old gentleman, and the ladies (especially the dark one) were far too young and small and tender for such draft-work. Four times a day at the garden-gate a struggle took place between little ladies and the bath-chair. Gibson could see them from his window where he lay, supine in his nervous apathy10. Their going out was only less fearful than their coming in. Going out, it was very hard to prevent the back wheels from slipping down with a bump on to the pavement and shaking the old gentleman horribly. Coming in, they risked overturning him altogether.
You would not have known that there was any struggle going on. The old gentleman bore himself with so calm and high a heroism11; the little ladies were sustained by so pure a sense of the humors of the bath-chair. No sharp, irritating cries escaped them. They did nothing but laugh softly as they pulled and pushed and tugged12 with their women's arms, and heaved with delicate shoulders, or hung on, in their frenzy13, from behind while the bath-chair swayed ponderously14 and perilously15 above the footway.
Gibson sometimes wondered whether he oughtn't to rush out and help them. But he couldn't. He didn't really care.
His landlady16 told him that the old gentleman was a General Richardson, that he was paralyzed, that his [Pg 65] daughters waited on him hand and foot, that they were too poor to afford a man-servant to look after him and push the bath-chair. It wasn't much of a life, the woman said, for the two young ladies. Gibson agreed that it wasn't much of a life, certainly.
What pleased him was the fine levity17 with which they took it. He was always meeting them in their walks on the esplanade. Sometimes they would come racing18 down the wind with the bath-chair, their serge skirts blown forward, their hair curling over the brims of their sailor hats. (The dark one was particularly attractive in a high wind.) Then they would come back much impeded19, their skirts wrapped tight above their knees, their little bodies bent20 to the storm, their faces wearing still that invincible21 gaiety of theirs. Sometimes, on a gentle incline, they would let the bath-chair run on a little by itself, till it threatened a dangerous independence, when they would fly after it at the top of their speed and arrest it just in time. Gibson could never make out whether they did this for their own amusement or the old gentleman's. But sometimes, when the General came careering past him, he could catch the glance of a bright and affable eye that seemed to call on him to observe the extent to which an old fellow might enjoy himself yet.
Gibson's lodging22 gave him endless opportunity for studying the habits of his little ladies. He learned that they did everything in turns. They took it in turns to pull the bath-chair and to push it. They took it in turns to read aloud to the old gentleman, and to put him to bed at night and get him up in the morning. They took it in turns to go to church (did they become suddenly serious, he wondered, there?), and in turns to air themselves on a certain little plateau on the cliffside. [Pg 66]
He was next to find out that they nursed the monstrous23 ambition of urging the bath-chair up the hill and landing it on the plateau. Gibson was sorry for them, for he knew they could never do it. But such was their determination that each time he encountered them on the hill they had struggled a little farther up it.
The road had a sort of hump in it just before it forked off on to the cliff. That baffled them.
At last, as he himself was returning from the plateau, he came upon the sisters right in the middle of the rise, locked in deadly combat with the bath-chair. Pressed against it, shoulder to shoulder, they resisted its efforts to hurl24 itself violently backward down the hill. The General, as he clung to the arms of the chair, preserved his attitude of superb indifference25 to the event.
Gibson leaped to their assistance. With a threefold prodigious26 effort they topped the rise, and in silence, in a sort of solemn triumph, the bath-chair was wheeled on to the plateau.
He liked the simplicity27 with which they accepted his aid, and he liked the way they thanked him, both sisters becoming very grave all at once. It was the fair one who spoke28. The dark one only bowed and smiled as he lifted his cap and turned away.
"It's all very well," he heard her saying, "but how are we going to get him down again?"
How were they?
He hung about the cliffside till the time came for them to return, when he presented himself as if by accident.
"You must allow me," he said, "to see you safe to the bottom of the hill."
They allowed him. [Pg 67]
"You see" (the General addressed his daughters as they paused halfway), "we've accomplished29 it, and no bones are broken."
"Yes," said Gibson, "but isn't the expedition just a little dangerous?"
"Ah," said the General, "I've risked my life too many times to mind a little danger now."
Gibson's eyebrows30 said plainly, "It wasn't your life, old boy, I was thinking of."
The sisters looked away.
"You must never attempt that again," he said gravely, as he parted from them at the foot of the hill.
Gibson felt that he had done a good morning's work. He had saved the lives of the three Richardsons, and he had found out that the fair one's name was Effie, and the dark one's Ph?be.
After that the acquaintance ripened31. They exchanged salutes32 whenever they met. Then Gibson, moved beyond endurance by their daily strife33 with the bath-chair, was generally to be seen at their gateway34 in time to help them.
As the days grew longer the Richardsons began to take their tea out of doors on their grass-plot. And then it seemed to strike them all at once that the gentleman next door was lonely, and one afternoon they invited him to tea.
Then Gibson had his tea served on his grass plot, and invited the Richardsons, and the Richardsons (they were so absurdly grateful) invited him to supper and to spend the evening. They thanked him for coming. "It was such a pleasure," Effie said (Effie was the elder), "such a great pleasure to Father."
Gibson hardly thought his society could be a pleasure to anyone, but he tried to make himself useful. He engaged himself as the General's bath-chair man. [Pg 68] He bowled him along at the round pace he loved, while the little ladies, Effie and Ph?be, trotted35 after them, friendly and gay.
And he began to go in and out next door as a matter of course, till it was open to the little sisters to regard him as their own very valuable property. But they were not going to be selfish about him. Oh, no! They took him, as they took everything else, in turns. They tried hard to divide him fairly. If he attached himself to Effie (the fair one), Effie would grow uneasy, and she would get up and positively36 hand him over to Ph?be (the dark one). If Ph?be permitted herself to talk to him for any while, her eyes would call to Effie, and when Effie came she would slip away and take up her sad place by the General's armchair. In their innocent rivalry37 it was who could give him more up to the other. And, as Ph?be was the more determined38 little person, it was Ph?be who generally had it her own way. "Father," too, came in for his just share. Gibson felt that he would not be tolerated on any footing that kept "Father" out of it. There was also a moment in the evening when he would be led up to the armchair, and both Effie and Ph?be would withdraw and leave him to that communion.
There was a third sister he knew now. She was the eldest39, and her name was Mary. She was away somewhere in the north, recovering, he gathered, from "Father" (of course, they took it in turns to recover from him), while Father wandered up and down the south coast, endeavoring, vainly, to recover from himself. They told Gibson that the one thing that spoiled it all (the joy, they meant, of their intercourse40 with him) was the thought that Mary was "missing it." Had Mary been there she would have had to have her share, her fourth. [Pg 69]
Presently he realized that Ph?be (he supposed because of her superior determination) had effaced41 herself altogether. She was always doing dreary42 things, he noticed, out of her turn. Then he perceived a change in her. Little Ph?be, in consequence of all the dreary things she did, was beginning to grow thin and pale. She looked as though she wanted more of the tonic43 air of the cliffside. She did still take her turn at climbing to the plateau and sitting there all alone. But that, Gibson reflected, was after all, for Ph?be, a very dreary thing to do.
One evening he took courage, and asked Ph?be to come for a walk to the cliffside with him.
Ph?be did not answer all at once. She shrank, he could see, from the enormity of having him all to herself.
"Go," said Effie, "it will do you worlds of good."
"You go."
Effie laughed and shook her head.
"Come too, then. Mr. Gibson, say she's to come too."
"You know," said Effie, "it's my turn to stay with Father."
She said it severely44, as if Ph?be had been trying unfairly to deprive her of a privilege and a delight. They were delicious, Ph?be and Effie, but it was Ph?be that he wanted this time.
They set out at a brisk pace that brought the blood to Ph?be's cheeks and made her prettier than ever. Ph?be, of course, had done her best to make her prettiness entirely45 unobtrusive. She wore a muslin skirt and a tie, and a sailor hat that was not specially9 becoming to her small head, and her serge skirt had to be both wide and short because of pushing the bath-chair about through all kinds of weather. But the sea [Pg 70] wind caught her; it played with her hair; it blew a little dark curl out of place to hang distractingly over Ph?be's left ear; it blew the serge skirt tight about her limbs, and showed him, in spite of Ph?be, how prettily46 Ph?be was made.
"Why didn't you back me up?" said Ph?be. "She wanted to come all the time."
He turned, as he walked, to look at her.
"Why didn't I back you up? Do you really want to know why?"
Whenever he took that tone Ph?be looked solemn and a little frightened. She was frightened now, too frightened to answer him.
"Because," said he, "I wanted you all to myself."
"Oh——" Ph?be drew a long, terrified breath.
There are many ways of saying "Oh," but Gibson had never, never in his whole life heard any woman say it as Ph?be said it then. It meant that she was staggered at anybody's having the temerity47 to want anything all to himself.
"Do you think me very selfish?"
Ph?be assured him instantly that that had never been her idea of him.
"Shall I tell you who is selfish?"
Ph?be's little mouth hardened. She was so dreadfully afraid that he was going to say "Your father."
"You," he said, "you."
"I'm afraid I am," said she. "It's so hard not to be."
He stood still in his astonishment48, so that she had to stand still, too.
"Of course it's hard not to give up things, when you like giving them up. But your sister likes giving them up, too, and it's selfish of you to prevent her, isn't it?" [Pg 71]
"Oh, but you don't know what it's been—Effie's life and Mary's."
"And yours——"
"Oh, no, I'm happy enough. I'm the youngest."
"You mean you've had a year or two less of it."
"Yes. They never told me, for fear of making me unhappy, when Father's illness came."
"How long ago was that?"
"Five years ago. I was at school."
He made a brief calculation. During the two years of his married life Ph?be had been a child at school.
"And two years," said Ph?be, "is a long time to be happy in."
"Yes," he said, "it's a long time."
"And then," she went on presently, "I'm so much stronger than Effie and Mary."
"Not strong enough to go dragging that abominable49 bath-chair about."
"Not strong enough? Look——"
She held out her right arm for him to look at; under her muslin blouse he saw its tense roundness, and its whiteness through the slit50 above her wrist.
His heart stirred in him. Ph?be's arms were beautiful, and they were strong to help.
"I wish," he said, "I could make it better for you."
"Oh, but you have made it better for us. You can't think what a difference you've made."
"Have I? Have I?"
"Yes. Effie said so only the other day. She wrote it to Mary. And Mary says it's a shame she can't be here. It is, you know. It makes us feel so mean having you all to ourselves like this."
He laughed. He laughed whenever he thought of it. There was nobody who could say things as Ph?be said them. [Pg 72]
"I wish," said she, "you knew Mary. You'd like her so."
"I'm sure I should if she's at all like you."
(Her innocence51 sheltered him, made him bold.)
"Oh, but she isn't."
And he listened while she gave him a long list of Mary's charms. (Dear little, tender, unconscious Ph?be.)
"She sounds," he said, "very like you."
"She isn't the least bit like me. You don't know me."
"Don't I?"
"Mary's coming back at the end of the month. Then either I or Effie will go away. Do you think you'll still be here?"
He seemed to her to answer absently.
"Which of you, did you say, was going away?"
"Well—it's Effie's turn."
"Yes," he said, "I think I shall still be here."
One night, a week later, the two sisters sat talking together long after "Father" had been put to bed.
"Ph?be," said Effie, "why did you want me to come with you and Mr. Gibson?"
"Because——" said Ph?be.
"My dear, it's you he likes, not me."
"Don't, Effie."
"But it's true," said Effie.
"How can you tell?" said Ph?be, and she felt perfidious52.
"Isn't he always going about with you?"
But Ph?be was ingenious in the destruction of her own joy.
"Oh," said she, "that's his cunning. He likes you dreadfully. He goes about with me, just to hide it."
"You goose." [Pg 73]
"Are you sure, Effie, you don't care?"
"Not a rap."
"You never have? Not in the beginning?"
"Certainly not in the beginning. I only thought he might be nice for you."
"You didn't even want to divide him?"
Effie shook her head vehemently53.
"Well—he's the only thing I ever wanted all to myself. If——" Then Ph?be looked frightened. "Effie," she said, "he's never said anything."
"All the same, you know."
"Can you know?"
"I think so," said Effie.
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