"What will become of me now?" she whispered to herself. "Something awful is going to happen to me when I realize that I'll never see Chuck any more!"
She wasn't sure yet. If she waited here till twilight1, the nurse might still bring him in from his walk. She remembered a tragic2 confusion in the midst of which some one had told her that Chuck was dead, but if that was so, then why was his room waiting, with his small brush and comb still on the bureau, and why was she here at all?
"Mrs. Hemple."
She looked up. The weary, shabby figure of Doctor Moon stood in the door.
"You go away," Luella said dully.
"Your husband needs you."
"I don't care."
Doctor Moon came a little way into the room.
"I don't think you understand, Mrs. Hemple. He's been calling for you. You haven't any one now except him."
"I hate you," she said suddenly.
"If you like. I promised nothing, you know. I do the best I can. You'll be better when you realize that your baby is gone, that you're not going to see him any more."
Luella sprang to her feet.
"My baby isn't dead!" she cried. "You lie! You always lie!" Her flashing eyes looked into his and caught something there, at once brutal3 and kind, that awed4 her and made her impotent and acquiescent5. She lowered her own eyes in tired despair.
"All right," she said wearily. "My baby is gone. What shall I do now?"
"Your husband is much better. All he needs is rest and kindness. But you must go to him and tell him what's happened."
"I suppose you think you made him better," said Luella bitterly.
"Perhaps. He's nearly well."
Nearly well—then the last link that held her to her home was broken. This part of her life was over—she could cut it off here, with its grief and oppression, and be off now, free as the wind.
"I'll go to him in a minute," Luella said in a far-away voice. "Please leave me alone."
Doctor Moon's unwelcome shadow melted into the darkness of the hall.
"I can go away," Luella whispered to herself. "Life has given me back freedom, in place of what it took away from me."
But she mustn't linger even a minute, or Life would bind6 her again and make her suffer once more. She called the apartment porter and asked that her trunk be brought up from the storeroom. Then she began taking things from the bureau and wardrobe, trying to approximate as nearly as possible the possessions that she had brought to her married life. She even found two old dresses that had formed part of her trousseau—out of style now, and a little tight in the hips—which she threw in with the rest. A new life. Charles was well again; and her baby, whom she had worshipped, and who had bored her a little, was dead.
When she had packed her trunk, she went into the kitchen automatically, to see about the preparations for dinner. She spoke7 to the cook about the special things for Charles and said that she herself was dining out. The sight of one of the small pans that had been used to cook Chuck's food caught her attention for a moment—but she stared at it unmoved. She looked into the ice-box and saw it was clean and fresh inside. Then she went into Charles's room. He was sitting up in bed, and the nurse was reading to him. His hair was almost white now, silvery white, and underneath8 it his eyes were huge and dark in his thin young face.
"The baby is sick?" he asked in his own natural voice.
She nodded.
He hesitated, closing his eyes for a moment. Then he asked:
"The baby is dead?"
"Yes."
For a long time he didn't speak. The nurse came over and put her hand on his forehead. Two large, strange tears welled from his eyes.
"I knew the baby was dead."
After another long wait, the nurse spoke:
"The doctor said he could be taken out for a drive to-day while there was still sunshine. He needs a little change."
"Yes."
"I thought"—the nurse hesitated—"I thought perhaps it would do you both good, Mrs. Hemple, if you took him instead of me."
Luella shook her head hastily.
"Oh, no," she said. "I don't feel able to, to-day."
The nurse looked at her oddly. With a sudden feeling of pity for Charles, Luella bent9 down gently and kissed his cheek. Then, without a word, she went to her own room, put on her hat and coat, and with her suitcase started for the front door.
Immediately she saw that there was a shadow in the hall. If she could get past that shadow, she was free. If she could go to the right or left of it, or order it out of her way! But, stubbornly, it refused to move, and with a little cry she sank down into a hall chair.
"I'm going soon," said Doctor Moon, "but I don't want you to make an old mistake."
"I'm not making a mistake—I'm leaving my mistakes behind."
"You're trying to leave yourself behind, but you can't. The more you try to run away from yourself, the more you'll have yourself with you."
"But I've got to go away," she insisted wildly. "Out of this house of death and failure!"
"You haven't failed yet. You've only begun." She stood up.
"Let me pass."
"No."
Abruptly11 she gave way, as she always did when he talked to her. She covered her face with her hands and burst into tears.
"Go back into that room and tell the nurse you'll take your husband for a drive," he suggested.
"I can't."
"Oh, yes."
Once more Luella looked at him, and knew that she would obey. With the conviction that her spirit was broken at last, she took up her suitcase and walked back through the hall.
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1 twilight | |
n.暮光,黄昏;暮年,晚期,衰落时期 | |
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