When Sophia arrived in the bedroom, she was startled because her father's head and beard were not in their accustomed place on the pillow. She could only make out something vaguely1 unusual sloping off the side of the bed. A few seconds passed--not to be measured in time--and she saw that the upper part of his body had slipped down, and his head was hanging, inverted2, near the floor between the bed and the ottoman. His face, neck, and hands were dark and congested; his mouth was open, and the tongue protruded3 between the black, swollen4, mucous5 lips; his eyes were prominent and coldly staring. The fact was that Mr. Baines had wakened up, and, being restless, had slid out partially6 from his bed and died of asphyxia. After having been unceasingly watched for fourteen years, he had, with an invalid's natural perverseness7, taken advantage of Sophia's brief dereliction to expire. Say what you will, amid Sophia's horror, and her terrible grief and shame, she had visitings of the idea: he did it on purpose!
She ran out of the room, knowing by intuition that he was dead, and shrieked8 out, "Maggie," at the top of her voice; the house echoed.
"Yes, miss," said Maggie, quite close, coming out of Mr. Povey's chamber9 with a slop-pail.
"Fetch Mr. Critchlow at once. Be quick. Just as you are. It's father--"
Maggie, perceiving darkly that disaster was in the air, and instantly filled with importance and a sort of black joy, dropped her pail in the exact middle of the passage, and almost fell down the crooked10 stairs. One of Maggie's deepest instincts, always held in check by the stern dominance of Mrs. Baines, was to leave pails prominent on the main routes of the house; and now, divining what was at hand, it flamed into insurrection.
No sleepless11 night had ever been so long to Sophia as the three minutes which elapsed before Mr. Critchlow came. As she stood on the mat outside the bedroom door she tried to draw her mother and Constance and Mr. Povey by magnetic force out of the wakes into the house, and her muscles were contracted in this strange effort. She felt that it was impossible to continue living if the secret of the bedroom remained unknown one instant longer, so intense was her torture, and yet that the torture which could not be borne must be borne. Not a sound in the house! Not a sound from the shop! Only the distant murmur12 of the wakes!
"Why did I forget father?" she asked herself with awe13. "I only meant to tell him that they were all out, and run back. Why did I forget father?" She would never be able to persuade anybody that she had literally14 forgotten her father's existence for quite ten minutes; but it was true, though shocking.
Then there were noises downstairs.
"Bless us! Bless us!" came the unpleasant voice of Mr. Critchlow as he bounded up the stairs on his long legs; he strode over the pail. "What's amiss?" He was wearing his white apron15, and he carried his spectacles in his bony hand.
"It's father--he's--" Sophia faltered16.
She stood away so that he should enter the room first. He glanced at her keenly, and as it were resentfully, and went in. She followed, timidly, remaining near the door while Mr. Critchlow inspected her handiwork. He put on his spectacles with strange deliberation, and then, bending his knees outwards18, thus lowered his body so that he could examine John Baines point-blank. He remained staring like this, his hands on his sharp apron-covered knees, for a little space; and then he seized the inert19 mass and restored it to the bed, and wiped those clotted20 lips with his apron.
Sophia heard loud breathing behind her. It was Maggie. She heard a huge, snorting sob21; Maggie was showing her emotion.
"Go fetch doctor!" Mr. Critchlow rasped. "And don't stand gaping22 there!"
"Run for the doctor, Maggie," said Sophia.
"How came ye to let him fall?" Mr. Critchlow demanded.
"I was out of the room. I just ran down into the shop--"
"Gallivanting with that young Scales!" said Mr. Critchlow, with devilish ferocity. "Well, you've killed yer father; that's all!"
He must have been at his shop door and seen the entry of the traveller! And it was precisely23 characteristic of Mr. Critchlow to jump in the dark at a horrible conclusion, and to be right after all. For Sophia Mr. Critchlow had always been the personification of malignity24 and malevolence25, and now these qualities in him made him, to her, almost obscene. Her pride brought up tremendous reinforcements, and she approached the bed.
"Is he dead?" she asked in a quiet tone. (Somewhere within a voice was whispering, "So his name is Scales.")
"Don't I tell you he's dead?"
"Pail on the stairs!"
This mild exclamation26 came from the passage. Mrs. Baines, misliking the crowds abroad, had returned alone; she had left Constance in charge of Mr. Povey. Coming into her house by the shop and showroom, she had first noted27 the phenomenon of the pail- -proof of her theory of Maggie's incurable28 untidiness.
"Been to see the elephant, I reckon!" said Mr. Critchlow, in fierce sarcasm29, as he recognized Mrs. Baines's voice.
Sophia leaped towards the door, as though to bar her mother's entrance. But Mrs. Baines was already opening the door.
"Well, my pet--" she was beginning cheerfully.
Mr. Critchlow confronted her. And he had no more pity for the wife than for the daughter. He was furiously angry because his precious property had been irretrievably damaged by the momentary30 carelessness of a silly girl. Yes, John Baines was his property, his dearest toy! He was convinced that he alone had kept John Baines alive for fourteen years, that he alone had fully17 understood the case and sympathized with the sufferer, that none but he had been capable of displaying ordinary common sense in the sick-room. He had learned to regard John Baines as, in some sort, his creation. And now, with their stupidity, their neglect, their elephants, between them they had done for John Baines. He had always known it would come to that, and it had come to that.
"She let him fall out o' bed, and ye're a widow now, missis!" he announced with a virulence31 hardly conceivable. His angular features and dark eyes expressed a murderous hate for every woman named Baines.
"Mother!" cried Sophia, "I only ran down into the shop to--to--"
She seized her mother's arm in frenzied32 agony.
"My child!" said Mrs. Baines, rising miraculously33 to the situation with a calm benevolence34 of tone and gesture that remained for ever sublime35 in the stormy heart of Sophia, "do not hold me." With infinite gentleness she loosed herself from those clasping hands. "Have you sent for the doctor?" she questioned Mr. Critchlow.
The fate of her husband presented no mysteries to Mrs. Baines. Everybody had been warned a thousand times of the danger of leaving the paralytic36, whose life depended on his position, and whose fidgetiness was thereby37 a constant menace of death to him. For five thousand nights she had wakened infallibly every time he stirred, and rearranged him by the flicker38 of a little oil lamp. But Sophia, unhappy creature, had merely left him. That was all.
Mr. Critchlow and the widow gazed, helplessly waiting, at the pitiable corpse39, of which the salient part was the white beard. They knew not that they were gazing at a vanished era. John Baines had belonged to the past, to the age when men really did think of their souls, when orators40 by phrases could move crowds to fury or to pity, when no one had learnt to hurry, when Demos was only turning in his sleep, when the sole beauty of life resided in its inflexible41 and slow dignity, when hell really had no bottom, and a gilt-clasped Bible really was the secret of England's greatness. Mid-Victorian England lay on that mahogany bed. Ideals had passed away with John Baines. It is thus that ideals die; not in the conventional pageantry of honoured death, but sorrily, ignobly42, while one's head is turned--
And Mr. Povey and Constance, very self-conscious, went and saw the dead elephant, and came back; and at the corner of King Street, Constance exclaimed brightly--
"Why! who's gone out and left the side-door open?"
For the doctor had at length arrived, and Maggie, in showing him upstairs with pious43 haste, had forgotten to shut the door.
And they took advantage of the side-door, rather guiltily, to avoid the eyes of the shop. They feared that in the parlour they would be the centre of a curiosity half ironical44 and half reproving; for had they not accomplished45 an escapade? So they walked slowly.
The real murderer was having his dinner in the commercial room up at the Tiger, opposite the Town Hall.
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