“The fever is going, you see, but his strength is not coming, nor won’t for a while. It’s a very nice thing, I can tell you, to bring him to land with such fine tackle. I’ve brought a salmon3 ten pound weight into my net with a bit of a trout4 rod as light as a rush almost. But this is nicer play—not, mind you, that I’d have you in the dumps, ma’am, but it will be necessary to watch him as a cat would a mouse. Now, you’ll have on the table by his bed three bottles—decanted all, and ready for use instantaneously. Beside that claret you’ll have a bottle of port, and you must also have a bottle of brandy. He’ll be always at his tricks, going to faint, and you mustn’t let him. Because, ma’am, it might not be easy to get him out of such a faint, and a faint is death, ma’am, if it lasts long enough. Now, you’re not to be frightened.”
“Oh, no, Doctor Willett.”
“No, that would not do neither; but I want you clearly to see the importance of it. Let him have the claret to his lips constantly—in a tumbler, mind—you can’t give him too much; and whenever you see him look faint, you must reinforce that with port; and no mincing5 of matters—none of your half measures. I’d rather you made him drunk three times a day than run the least risk once of the other thing; and if the port doesn’t get him up quick enough, You must fire away with the brandy; and don’t spare it—don’t be afraid—well get him round, in time, with jellies and other good things; but life must be maintained in the meanwhile any way—every way—whatever way we can. So mind, three—claret, port, brandy.”
He held up three fingers as he named them, touching6 them in succession.
“That’s a fire it’s better should burn a bit too fiercely for an hour than sink too low for a second; once out, out for ever.”
“Thanks, Doctor Willett, I understand quite; and you’ll be here tomorrow, won’t you, at the usual hour?”
“Certainly, ma’am, and it’s high time you should begin to take a little care of yourself; you must, indeed, or you’ll rue7 it; you’re too much on your feet, and you have had no rest night or day, and it’s quite necessary you should, unless you mean to put yourself out of the world, which would not do at all. We can’t spare you, ma’am, we can’t indeed—a deal too valuable.”
For some time Charles Fairfield continued in very much the same state. At the end of three or four days he signed faintly to Alice, who was in the room, with her large soft eyes gazing on the invalid8, whenever she could look unperceived. She got up gently and came close to him.
“Yes, darling,” and she lowered her head that he might speak more easily.
Charles whispered—
“Quite well?”
“You feel quite well? Thank God,” she answered, her large eyes filling with tears.
“Not I— you,” he whispered, with querulous impatience9; “ain’t you?”
“Quite, darling.”
His fine blue Fairfield eyes were raised to her face.
“With a short sigh, he whispered,—“I’m glad.”
She stooped gently and kissed his thin cheek.
“I’ve been dreaming so much,” he whispered. “Will you tell me exactly what happened—just before my illness—something happened here?”
In a low murmur10 she told him.
When she stopped he waited as if expecting more, and then he whispered—
“I thought so—yes.”
And he sighed heavily.
“You’re tired, darling,” she said; “you must take a little wine.”
“I hate it,” he whispered—“tired of it.”
“But, darling, the doctor says you must—and for my sake won’t you?”
The faintest possible smile lighted his pale face.
“Kind,” he whispered.
And when she placed the glass of claret to his lips he sipped11 a little and turned away his head languidly.
“Enough. Bring me my dressing-case,” he whispered.
She did so.
“The key was in my purse, I think. Open it, Ally.”
She found the key and unlocked that inlaid box.
“Underneath there are two or three letters in a big envelope. Keep them for me; don’t part with them,” he whispered.
She lifted a long envelope containing some papers, and the faintest nod indicated that they were what he sought.
“Keep it safe. Put the case away.”
When she came back, looking at her, he raised his eyebrows12 ever so little, and moved his head. She understood his sign and stooped again to listen.
“She mustn’t be prosecuted13, she’s mad—Ally, mind.”
“Darling, whatever you wish.”
“Good, Ally; that’s enough.”
There was a little pause.
“You did not take enough claret, darling Ry. Won’t you take a little more for your poor little Ally?” whispered she anxiously.
“I’m very well, darling; by-and-by sleep; is better.”
So he laid his cheek closer to the pillow and closed his eyes, and Alice Fairfield stole on tiptoe to her chair, and with another look at him and a deep sigh, she sat down and took her work.
Silent was the room, except for the low breathing of the invalid. Half an hour passed, and Alice stole softly to the bedside. He was awake, and said faintly,—
“Was it your mother?”
“Who, darling?”
“Talking.”
“No one was talking, darling.”
“I saw her; I thought I heard—not her—someone talking.”
“No, darling Ry, nothing.”
“Dreams; yes,” he murmured, and was quiet again.
Sad and ominous14 seemed those little wanderings. But such things are common in sickness. It was simply weakness.
In a little time she came over softly, and sat down by his pillow.
“I was looking down, Ally,” he whispered.
“I’ll get it, darling. Something on the floor, is it “?” she asked, looking down.
“No, down to my feet; it’s very long—stretched.”
“Are your feet warm, darling?” “Quite,” and he sighed and closed his eyes.
She continued sitting by his pillow. “When Willie died, my brother, I was just fifteen.”
Then came a pause.
“Willie was the handsomest,” he murmured on.
“Willie was elder—nineteen, very tall. Handsome Willie, he liked me the best. I cried a deal that day. I used to cry alone, every day in the orchard15, or by the river. He’s in the church-yard at Wyvern. I wonder shall I see it any more. There was rain the day of the funeral, they say it is lucky. It was a long coffin16, the Fairfields you know”
“Darling Ry, you are talking too much, it will tire you; take ever so little claret, to please your poor little Ally.”
This time he did quite quietly, and then closed his eyes, and dozed17.
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