Of Love’s unquestioning, unrevealèd span—
That clangs and flashes for a drowning man.”
“Wenn ich in deine Augen seh
So schwindet all’ mein Leid und Weh.”
I am not very clear as to what happened next, Mrs. Rourke told me afterwards that I had burst into the kitchen with “a face on me like death,” only able to say, “The master—go to the master!”
After that, I suppose I somehow made{259} my way to the drawing-room, as I next remember walking to and fro between the window and the fireplace, with a confused feeling that by doing so I should steady my whirling brain.
He had called me “Owen.” He had mistaken me, in his madness or delirium3, for his dead brother—a mistake which my strong likeness4 to my father made easy to understand; but neither madness nor delirium could account for all he had said. “You were very ill when you came.” “They all think that you’re buried in Cork5; but you’re not, you know!” “I declare to God I never did anything to you.” “She asked me to help her to take you—there—out through that window.”
What had all this meant? He certainly believed he was speaking to my father. If I could only think it out quietly! What had Moll Hourihane to say to my father,{260} and what had she done to him that he should be afraid of her?
Then he had spoken of “the old man’s funeral”—my grandfather’s funeral. How, even in his ravings, could he have forgotten that his brother died two or three days before his father? It was no use; I could not think it out. I must wait until my brain was calmer, till my thoughts had ceased to reel and spin. I was only groping in the dark—in a darkness from whose depths one persistent7 idea was thrusting itself at me like a sword.
The distant sound of wheels on the drive reminded me that it was past the time at which I was to start for Garden Hill. I hastily resolved to wait and see Dr. Kelly before going there, and I rang the bell in order to send a message to that effect out to the yard. No one answered it for some time, but at length the door opened. I{261} was standing8 by the fire, with my elbows on the mantel-shelf and my forehead in my hands, and, hearing a bashful murmur9 in Maggie’s voice, I said, without turning round—
“Tell Tom I shall not want the trap until I send for it.”
The door closed, but footsteps advanced into the room.
“Well, what is it?” I said wearily, taking down my arms.
There was no answer, and, turning round, I found myself face to face with Nugent.
I looked at him stupidly, without taking the hand which he had conventionally held out to me. He drew it back quickly.
“How do you do?” he said very stiffly. “Miss Burke asked me to leave a message for you on my way home. She hopes you do not forget that she expects you this{262} afternoon. She thought you would have been with her at tea time.
“I could not go,” I answered, without moving.
“Miss Burke desired me to say that you were not to disappoint her,” going on conscientiously10 with his message, “as Dr. Kelly had told her there was no necessity for your staying with Mr. Sarsfield.”
“My uncle has been much worse. I must wait and see Dr. Kelly.”
My lips were stiff and cold, and I moved them with difficulty. It did not occur to me to ask him to sit down; my only wish was that he should go away while I was still able to keep up the semblance11 of an ordinary demeanour. He looked at me for a moment.
“I am very sorry to hear that Mr. Sarsfield is worse. Miss Burke had no idea of that when she sent the message.{263}”
“I do not know when I shall be able to go to her. Perhaps never!”
The last words forced themselves out against my will; he must see now that something was wrong. Why did he not go?
“Is there any message I can give Miss Burke for you? If I could be of any use——” he began, less formally than he had hitherto spoken.
“No, thank you; nothing,” I answered, still standing motionless.
There was a brief pause. Nugent glanced at the clock, and then again looked at me. He hesitated for a moment, as if waiting for me to speak; then, finding I did not do so, he picked up his gloves from the table by which he was standing.
“I think I must say good afternoon now,” he said, this time without offering to shake hands with me. “I hope there will{264} be a better account of your uncle to-morrow before I start. I have only come down for a day about some business.”
I did not attempt any reply, and he left the room.
The stress was over, and, after an instant, I wondered why it had been so great. It was a long time now since I had thought myself near breaking my heart about him; when he came in, it had not so much as beaten faster. I had felt stunned12, but it was only by the shock of seeing him again at such a moment. Now I assured myself that I was glad he had come and taken my thoughts for a little time from those ghastly ravings of my uncle. Seeing him had been a kind of assurance that things were going on in the usual way, and that I was not living in a nightmare. I was sorry that I had not taken his hand; by not doing so I must have given him a{265} false impression, and I even wished now that he had stayed longer. In a few minutes I should have lost that feeling of faintness, and have been able to talk naturally to him.
The drawing-room had become very dark. I felt as if I were the only creature alive in the house, and Uncle Dominick’s words were again beginning to crowd back with new and insistent13 suggestion. I would not stay indoors any longer. There was still some daylight, and it would be better to wait outside in the fresh air till Dr. Kelly came.
I walked down the drive till I came to the fallen tree. I was more weak and shaken than I had believed, and I sat down on one of the great limbs that had sprawled14 along the ground. There was a heavy silence in the air; the sky was low and foreboding, and a watery15 streak16 of{266} yellow lay along the horizon behind the bog17. A rook rustled18 close over my head, with a subdued19 croak20; I watched him flying quietly home to the tall elms by the bog gate. He was still circling round them before settling down, when a sound struck on my ear. I sprang to my feet and listened. It had come from the bog; and now it rose again, a loud, long cry, the cry of a woman keening. Every pulse stood still as I heard it, and I held to a branch of the tree for support, as the wail21 grew and spread upon the air.
Some one came down the steps of the French window of my uncle’s study, and ran across the grass towards me, and I recognized Roche in the twilight22.
“Did ye see him?” he called out. “Did he pass this way?”
“Who?” I answered, starting forward.
“The masther—the masther!” he cried,{267} and then stopped as the keen rose again from the bog. “God save us, what’s that? ’Tis from the bog—’twas the bog he was talking of all day! Run, miss, run, for the love of God!”
I hardly waited to hear what he said, but ran for the bog gate as I have never run before or since. The air was full of the crying; the pantings of my breath made it beat in waves in my ears, as I came along under the trees. The gate was wide open, and I could see no one in the gloom ahead of me as I blindly followed the sound along the rough cart track. I strained my eyes in the direction it came from, running all the time, and I soon saw, or thought I saw, against the pale light of the sky, a figure down in the bog to my right. I made for it, stumbling and tripping among the tussocks of heather and grass-grown lumps of peat, once, in my{268} reckless haste, falling over a great piece of bogwood that stood out of the soft ground. The figure was that of a woman, who was kneeling, keening and wringing23 her hands, on the farther side of the black Poul-na-coppal, by which I had once seen Moll Hourihane, and, hurrying with what speed I could round its broken, shelving edge, I found that the surging thought which had grown during my run into an unreasoning conviction had been right—the woman was Moll herself.
That she, who was supposed to be unable to utter a sound, should be making this outcry did not then strike me as strange.
“Where is the master?” I said breathlessly. “What are you crying for?”
For all answer, she flung her arms high over her head, and extended them both with a frantic24 gesture downwards25, towards the water, and then fell again to clapping{269} her hands and beating her breast. At the same moment the irregular fall of footsteps sounded in the road, and I called out with all the strength left to me. At my voice, Moll’s crying, which had ceased as I first spoke6 to her, broke out anew; but I paid no heed26 to her, and taking a step forward, peered with a sick terror down at the inky gleam of water in the bog hole. It was quite still, but water was dripping from a plant of bog myrtle that hung out over the edge, and, putting my hand on it, I found it was all wet, as if it had been splashed.
The voices of the men were close to me; I staggered back to meet them, and sank down on the ground as Tom came up to me.
“Did you find him, miss? Is he here?”
“He’s there,” I said wildly; “ask Moll! He has killed himself!”
My face was turned toward the road,{270} and as I spoke I saw near me on the dark ground a glimmer27 of something white that did not look like a stone. I dragged myself towards it. It was a book lying open, a book with pictures, and, dark as it was, I recognized the outlines of one of them, “The Regulator on Hertford Bridge flat.”
It was the book which I had seen my uncle put into his pocket. I did not want any more proof of what had happened, and letting the book fall, I covered my face with my hands and lay prone28 in the heather. Moll’s keening had stopped altogether; footsteps hurried past, and I heard excited voices in every direction round me.
“Get ropes and a laddher!”
“Yerrah, what use is that, man? There’s twenty foot of mud in the bottom! Go get a boat-hook.{271}”
“’Twas in here he jumped whatever. Do ye see the marks of his feet?”
Then Roche’s voice, in broken explanation—
“He was cowld, and I wasn’t out of the room three minutes getting the hot jar an’ blankets, an’ whin I got back, he was gone out the window!”
“Well?” said another voice.
“I ran to Miss Theo, who was sitting below at the three,” went on Roche; “an’ we heard the screeching29, an’ we run away down——”
“Where’s Miss Sarsfield now?” said the first voice imperatively30.
I knew the voice now; the ground rocked and heaved under me, flashes came and went before my eyes, and for an instant the voices and everything else melted away from me.
When my senses came back to me, I{272} felt that I was being lifted and carried in some one’s arms, but by whom I did not know.
“Put me down,” I murmured; “I am able to walk.”
I was placed gently on my feet.
“All right now; I’ll take Miss Sarsfield home,” said Nugent’s voice: “go back and help Dr. Kelly. Can you come on now?” he asked, “we are not far from the gate, and my trap is close to it.”
I tried to answer him, but my voice was almost gone, and my knees shook under me when I made a step forward. He put his arm round me without a word, and, supported by it, I managed to get as far as the bog gate, but there my strength failed me.
“I am afraid I cannot go any farther,” I said, tottering31 to the low bank beside the road, and sinking down on it. “Please don’t trouble about me.{273}”
He sat down beside me, and, putting his arm round me again, drew my head down on to his shoulder.
“Why did you send me away from you?” he said, bending his face close to mine.
“I don’t know,” I whispered, trembling.
“Must I go away now, my darling?”
I said nothing, but in the soft darkness his lips met mine, and in a moment all the grief and horror of the last week slipped away from me—everything was lost in the long forgetfulness of a kiss.
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