The breakfast was set in its place without. But he did not arrive to take it; and she waited on. Nine o’clock arrived, and the breakfast was cold; and still there was no Giles. A thrush, that had been repeating itself a good deal on an opposite bush for some time, came and took a morsel2 from the plate and bolted it, waited, looked around, and took another. At ten o’clock she drew in the tray, and sat down to her own solitary3 meal. He must have been called away on business early, the rain having cleared off.
Yet she would have liked to assure herself, by thoroughly4 exploring the precincts of the hut, that he was nowhere in its vicinity; but as the day was comparatively fine, the dread5 lest some stray passenger or woodman should encounter her in such a reconnoitre paralyzed her wish. The solitude6 was further accentuated7 today by the stopping of the clock for want of winding8, and the fall into the chimney-corner of flakes9 of soot10 loosened by the rains. At noon she heard a slight rustling11 outside the window, and found that it was caused by an eft which had crept out of the leaves to bask12 in the last sun-rays that would be worth having till the following May.
She continually peeped out through the lattice, but could see little. In front lay the brown leaves of last year, and upon them some yellowish-green ones of this season that had been prematurely13 blown down by the gale14. Above stretched an old beech15, with vast armpits, and great pocket-holes in its sides where branches had been amputated in past times; a black slug was trying to climb it. Dead boughs16 were scattered17 about like ichthyosauri in a museum, and beyond them were perishing woodbine stems resembling old ropes.
From the other window all she could see were more trees, jacketed with lichen18 and stockinged with moss19. At their roots were stemless yellow fungi20 like lemons and apricots, and tall fungi with more stem than stool. Next were more trees close together, wrestling for existence, their branches disfigured with wounds resulting from their mutual21 rubbings and blows. It was the struggle between these neighbors that she had heard in the night. Beneath them were the rotting stumps22 of those of the group that had been vanquished23 long ago, rising from their mossy setting like decayed teeth from green gums. Farther on were other tufts of moss in islands divided by the shed leaves — variety upon variety, dark green and pale green; moss-like little fir-trees, like plush, like malachite stars, like nothing on earth except moss.
The strain upon Grace’s mind in various ways was so great on this the most desolate24 day she had passed there that she felt it would be well-nigh impossible to spend another in such circumstances. The evening came at last; the sun, when its chin was on the earth, found an opening through which to pierce the shade, and stretched irradiated gauzes across the damp atmosphere, making the wet trunks shine, and throwing splotches of such ruddiness on the leaves beneath the beech that they were turned to gory25 hues26. When night at last arrived, and with it the time for his return, she was nearly broken down with suspense27.
The simple evening meal, partly tea, partly supper, which Grace had prepared, stood waiting upon the hearth28; and yet Giles did not come. It was now nearly twenty-four hours since she had seen him. As the room grew darker, and only the firelight broke against the gloom of the walls, she was convinced that it would be beyond her staying power to pass the night without hearing from him or from somebody. Yet eight o’clock drew on, and his form at the window did not appear.
The meal remained untasted. Suddenly rising from before the hearth of smouldering embers, where she had been crouching29 with her hands clasped over her knees, she crossed the room, unlocked the door, and listened. Every breath of wind had ceased with the decline of day, but the rain had resumed the steady dripping of the night before. Grace might have stood there five minutes when she fancied she heard that old sound, a cough, at no great distance; and it was presently repeated. If it were Winterborne’s, he must be near her; why, then, had he not visited her?
A horrid30 misgiving31 that he could not visit her took possession of Grace, and she looked up anxiously for the lantern, which was hanging above her head. To light it and go in the direction of the sound would be the obvious way to solve the dread problem; but the conditions made her hesitate, and in a moment a cold sweat pervaded32 her at further sounds from the same quarter.
They were low mutterings; at first like persons in conversation, but gradually resolving themselves into varieties of one voice. It was an endless monologue33, like that we sometimes hear from inanimate nature in deep secret places where water flows, or where ivy34 leaves flap against stones; but by degrees she was convinced that the voice was Winterborne’s. Yet who could be his listener, so mute and patient; for though he argued so rapidly and persistently35, nobody replied.
A dreadful enlightenment spread through the mind of Grace. “Oh,” she cried, in her anguish36, as she hastily prepared herself to go out, “how selfishly correct I am always — too, too correct! Cruel propriety37 is killing38 the dearest heart that ever woman clasped to her own.”
While speaking thus to herself she had lit the lantern, and hastening out without further thought, took the direction whence the mutterings had proceeded. The course was marked by a little path, which ended at a distance of about forty yards in a small erection of hurdles39, not much larger than a shock of corn, such as were frequent in the woods and copses when the cutting season was going on. It was too slight even to be called a hovel, and was not high enough to stand upright in; appearing, in short, to be erected40 for the temporary shelter of fuel. The side towards Grace was open, and turning the light upon the interior, she beheld41 what her prescient fear had pictured in snatches all the way thither42.
Upon the straw within, Winterborne lay in his clothes, just as she had seen him during the whole of her stay here, except that his hat was off, and his hair matted and wild.
Both his clothes and the straw were saturated43 with rain. His arms were flung over his head; his face was flushed to an unnatural44 crimson45. His eyes had a burning brightness, and though they met her own, she perceived that he did not recognize her.
“Oh, my Giles,” she cried, “what have I done to you!”
But she stopped no longer even to reproach herself. She saw that the first thing to be thought of was to get him indoors.
How Grace performed that labor46 she never could have exactly explained. But by dint47 of clasping her arms round him, rearing him into a sitting posture48, and straining her strength to the uttermost, she put him on one of the hurdles that was loose alongside, and taking the end of it in both her hands, dragged him along the path to the entrance of the hut, and, after a pause for breath, in at the door-way.
It was somewhat singular that Giles in his semi-conscious state acquiesced49 unresistingly in all that she did. But he never for a moment recognized her — continuing his rapid conversation to himself, and seeming to look upon her as some angel, or other supernatural creature of the visionary world in which he was mentally living. The undertaking50 occupied her more than ten minutes; but by that time, to her great thankfulness, he was in the inner room, lying on the bed, his damp outer clothing removed.
Then the unhappy Grace regarded him by the light of the candle. There was something in his look which agonized51 her, in the rush of his thoughts, accelerating their speed from minute to minute. He seemed to be passing through the universe of ideas like a comet — erratic52, inapprehensible, untraceable.
Grace’s distraction53 was almost as great as his. In a few moments she firmly believed he was dying. Unable to withstand her impulse, she knelt down beside him, kissed his hands and his face and his hair, exclaiming, in a low voice, “How could I? How could I?”
Her timid morality had, indeed, underrated his chivalry54 till now, though she knew him so well. The purity of his nature, his freedom from the grosser passions, his scrupulous55 delicacy56, had never been fully57 understood by Grace till this strange self-sacrifice in lonely juxtaposition58 to her own person was revealed. The perception of it added something that was little short of reverence59 to the deep affection for him of a woman who, herself, had more of Artemis than of Aphrodite in her constitution.
All that a tender nurse could do, Grace did; and the power to express her solicitude60 in action, unconscious though the sufferer was, brought her mournful satisfaction. She bathed his hot head, wiped his perspiring61 hands, moistened his lips, cooled his fiery62 eyelids63, sponged his heated skin, and administered whatever she could find in the house that the imagination could conceive as likely to be in any way alleviating64. That she might have been the cause, or partially65 the cause, of all this, interfused misery66 with her sorrow.
Six months before this date a scene, almost similar in its mechanical parts, had been enacted67 at Hintock House. It was between a pair of persons most intimately connected in their lives with these. Outwardly like as it had been, it was yet infinite in spiritual difference, though a woman’s devotion had been common to both.
Grace rose from her attitude of affection, and, bracing68 her energies, saw that something practical must immediately be done. Much as she would have liked, in the emotion of the moment, to keep him entirely69 to herself, medical assistance was necessary while there remained a possibility of preserving him alive. Such assistance was fatal to her own concealment70; but even had the chance of benefiting him been less than it was, she would have run the hazard for his sake. The question was, where should she get a medical man, competent and near?
There was one such man, and only one, within accessible distance; a man who, if it were possible to save Winterborne’s life, had the brain most likely to do it. If human pressure could bring him, that man ought to be brought to the sick Giles’s side. The attempt should be made.
Yet she dreaded71 to leave her patient, and the minutes raced past, and yet she postponed72 her departure. At last, when it was after eleven o’clock, Winterborne fell into a fitful sleep, and it seemed to afford her an opportunity.
She hastily made him as comfortable as she could, put on her things, cut a new candle from the bunch hanging in the cupboard, and having set it up, and placed it so that the light did not fall upon his eyes, she closed the door and started.
The spirit of Winterborne seemed to keep her company and banish73 all sense of darkness from her mind. The rains had imparted a phosphorescence to the pieces of touchwood and rotting leaves that lay about her path, which, as scattered by her feet, spread abroad like spilt milk. She would not run the hazard of losing her way by plunging74 into any short, unfrequented track through the denser75 parts of the woodland, but followed a more open course, which eventually brought her to the highway. Once here, she ran along with great speed, animated76 by a devoted77 purpose which had much about it that was stoical; and it was with scarcely any faltering78 of spirit that, after an hour’s progress, she passed over Rubdown Hill, and onward79 towards that same Hintock, and that same house, out of which she had fled a few days before in irresistible80 alarm. But that had happened which, above all other things of chance and change, could make her deliberately81 frustrate82 her plan of flight and sink all regard of personal consequences.
One speciality of Fitzpiers’s was respected by Grace as much as ever — his professional skill. In this she was right. Had his persistence83 equalled his insight, instead of being the spasmodic and fitful thing it was, fame and fortune need never have remained a wish with him. His freedom from conventional errors and crusted prejudices had, indeed, been such as to retard84 rather than accelerate his advance in Hintock and its neighborhood, where people could not believe that nature herself effected cures, and that the doctor’s business was only to smooth the way.
It was past midnight when Grace arrived opposite her father’s house, now again temporarily occupied by her husband, unless he had already gone away. Ever since her emergence85 from the denser plantations86 about Winterborne’s residence a pervasive87 lightness had hung in the damp autumn sky, in spite of the vault88 of cloud, signifying that a moon of some age was shining above its arch. The two white gates were distinct, and the white balls on the pillars, and the puddles89 and damp ruts left by the recent rain, had a cold, corpse-eyed luminousness90. She entered by the lower gate, and crossed the quadrangle to the wing wherein the apartments that had been hers since her marriage were situate, till she stood under a window which, if her husband were in the house, gave light to his bedchamber.
She faltered91, and paused with her hand on her heart, in spite of herself. Could she call to her presence the very cause of all her foregoing troubles? Alas92! — old Jones was seven miles off; Giles was possibly dying — what else could she do?
It was in a perspiration93, wrought94 even more by consciousness than by exercise, that she picked up some gravel95, threw it at the panes96, and waited to see the result. The night-bell which had been fixed97 when Fitzpiers first took up his residence there still remained; but as it had fallen into disuse with the collapse98 of his practice, and his elopement, she did not venture to pull it now.
Whoever slept in the room had heard her signal, slight as it was. In half a minute the window was opened, and a voice said “Yes?” inquiringly. Grace recognized her husband in the speaker at once. Her effort was now to disguise her own accents.
“Doctor,” she said, in as unusual a tone as she could command, “a man is dangerously ill in One-chimney Hut, out towards Delborough, and you must go to him at once — in all mercy!”
“I will, readily.”
The alacrity99, surprise, and pleasure expressed in his reply amazed her for a moment. But, in truth, they denoted the sudden relief of a man who, having got back in a mood of contrition100, from erratic abandonment to fearful joys, found the soothing101 routine of professional practice unexpectedly opening anew to him. The highest desire of his soul just now was for a respectable life of painstaking102. If this, his first summons since his return, had been to attend upon a cat or dog, he would scarcely have refused it in the circumstances.
“Do you know the way?” she asked.
“Yes,” said he.
“One-chimney Hut,” she repeated. “And — immediately!”
“Yes, yes,” said Fitzpiers.
Grace remained no longer. She passed out of the white gate without slamming it, and hastened on her way back. Her husband, then, had re-entered her father’s house. How he had been able to effect a reconciliation103 with the old man, what were the terms of the treaty between them, she could not so much as conjecture104. Some sort of truce105 must have been entered into, that was all she could say. But close as the question lay to her own life, there was a more urgent one which banished106 it; and she traced her steps quickly along the meandering107 track-ways.
Meanwhile, Fitzpiers was preparing to leave the house. The state of his mind, over and above his professional zeal108, was peculiar109. At Grace’s first remark he had not recognized or suspected her presence; but as she went on, he was awakened110 to the great resemblance of the speaker’s voice to his wife’s. He had taken in such good faith the statement of the household on his arrival, that she had gone on a visit for a time because she could not at once bring her mind to be reconciled to him, that he could not quite actually believe this comer to be she. It was one of the features of Fitzpiers’s repentant111 humor at this date that, on receiving the explanation of her absence, he had made no attempt to outrage112 her feelings by following her; though nobody had informed him how very shortly her departure had preceded his entry, and of all that might have been inferred from her precipitancy.
Melbury, after much alarm and consideration, had decided113 not to follow her either. He sympathized with her flight, much as he deplored114 it; moreover, the tragic115 color of the antecedent events that he had been a great means of creating checked his instinct to interfere116. He prayed and trusted that she had got into no danger on her way (as he supposed) to Sherton, and thence to Exbury, if that were the place she had gone to, forbearing all inquiry117 which the strangeness of her departure would have made natural. A few months before this time a performance by Grace of one-tenth the magnitude of this would have aroused him to unwonted investigation118.
It was in the same spirit that he had tacitly assented119 to Fitzpiers’s domicilation there. The two men had not met face to face, but Mrs. Melbury had proposed herself as an intermediary, who made the surgeon’s re-entrance comparatively easy to him. Everything was provisional, and nobody asked questions. Fitzpiers had come in the performance of a plan of penitence120, which had originated in circumstances hereafter to be explained; his self-humiliation to the very bass-string was deliberate; and as soon as a call reached him from the bedside of a dying man his desire was to set to work and do as much good as he could with the least possible fuss or show. He therefore refrained from calling up a stableman to get ready any horse or gig, and set out for One-chimney Hut on foot, as Grace had done.
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