“And shadow, and silence, and sadness
Were hanging over all.”
PIP had a time of unhappiness almost as great as that Nellie had gone through.
He was playing chess at the Courtneys to keep from thinking, when Alan came in with the news that Meg had the fever.
All the colour dropped from his brown, handsome face; he started up in his place, the queen he had just captured still in his hand; he went out of the room and out of the house without a word. Andrew caught him up when he had gone some hundred yards up the road.
“Here’s your hat, old fellow,” he said, and Pip took it without thanks and walked on.
Little faithful Meg, whose worst fault had been loving him too well to let him spoil his life! And he had shaken her aside time after time when she 255had tried to end the quarrel—he had told her he would never forgive her!
And now, perhaps, he would never have the chance.
He pulled back the gate at Misrule with fingers as nerveless as the veriest girl; he turned to go up to the house the short way, by the pittosporum hedge. There was a little dark heap of something on the wet grass in front of him; he touched it with his foot, and then bent1 down in horror.
It was his second little sister, sobbing2 as if her heart would break; she was face downwards3, her arms spread out, her whole body convulsed.
So stunned4 and shaken with his grief had Alan been, he had utterly5 forgotten, when he left the poor child, that she was not at her proper place for the night; he had gone straight home to see if there had been a call for him, then off to a serious case of typhoid in Fivedock, for doctors cannot sit down and give themselves up to their grief, however great the cause.
Pip tried to raise the girl, but she stiffened6 herself and resisted him; when she had flung herself down she had prayed passionately7 that she might die, and here was some one come to disturb her.
But surely it could not be careless Pip who held her so tenderly, when at last he did manage to lift 256her,—Pip who stroked her hair, and rubbed his cheek against hers, and let her finish her bitter weeping on his shoulder.
When he felt how cold and damp she was, he stirred.
“You must come home, old girl,” he said.
“Here,” she said—“I must stay here! I shall nurse her, but she’ll die—oh! I know she’ll die.”
Pip groaned8: he knew it himself, he would not give himself the slightest hope; and the bitterness was as of death itself.
But he saw Nellie was totally unfit to go into an infected house that night.
“To-morrow,”, he said; “come down to the cottage now; there’s the nurse there, and the servants; you’ll be ill yourself next.”
“I want to be—oh, why can’t I die?” she wailed9. “It’s all me, every bit of this, and God won’t let me die.”
Oh the young miserable10 face, so white and wet in the moonlight! A great lump came into Pip’s throat, and in his heart a sudden knowledge of the dearness of his sisters.
“Oh, you poor little thing!” he said.
He put her on the old seat under the mulberry tree near, and went away.
And “Ride you home,” was his answer.
He led the horse out of the gate, carried her to it, and put her just on the saddle; then he got up himself behind, and held her with one hand and the reins13 with the other.
That is how they reached the cottage.
The children were in bed, and poor Bunty, weary 258of waiting, had fallen asleep sitting bolt upright in a chair.
Pip woke him, gently enough.
“Make up the fire,” he said.
The boy fell to the task with all his heart, so dreadful was his sister’s face. The clatter14 woke Poppet; she slipped out of bed and came in to them in her little nightgown, her eyes heavy with sleep and the struggle between forgetfulness and remembrance.
“Baby!” she said. Then her eyes flew open, and the colour died out of her little flushed cheeks. What made Nellie look so terrible?
“Better, much better—getting well,” was Pip’s hasty answer. He did not want another ill on his hands.
“Go and get something on,” said Pip; “and bring Nell a big shawl or rug, and put something on your feet.”
She came back with a great blanket for Nellie—she had pinned her little flannel16 petticoat round her own shoulders, and stuck her feet into goloshes.
Bunty made coffee—a great jugful17. The grounds were floating on the top, certainly, but it was very hot. Pip made the girl drink two full cups and 259eat a big piece of bread and butter—he heard she had had neither dinner nor tea.
Then she crept close to him again. What a dear big brother he was, and how much less terrible things looked here in the firelight, with his arm round her, than when she lay prone18 on the wet grass under the white, far moon.
They dare not tell Poppet to-night, her eyes were far too bright, her cheeks too flushed. So Bunty, at a whisper from Nell, picked her up and carried her off to bed again.
“I’ll stop with you till you go to sleep,” he said, feeling her chest heave.
“I b’leeve they’re ’ceiving me,” said the poor little child. “I heard Nell whisper to you! Oh, Bunty, tell me!—oh, Baby, Baby!”
He reassured19 her eagerly. The crisis was quite past; the doctor said she could not help getting better now. Why, they would be playing with her again now in no time!
She cried a little from the relief, and then dropped off to sleep, holding tightly to his gentle, roughened hand.
In the sitting-room20 Pip was comforting Nellie as tenderly and pitifully as if he had been a woman and she a poor, little, hurt child. They had never known each other before—these two—and both 260were touched and surprised at the beauty of the new knowledge.
He agreed that she must go to Misrule and help to nurse, but thought they would wire up to Yarrahappini and ask Mrs. Hassal to come down to the cottage instead of getting any one strange. Nellie thought it an excellent suggestion, and made him draft a telegram immediately, so that it might be sent first thing in the morning.
When he thought she was calm again, and fit to be left, he saw her into her own bedroom, and made her promise to go direct to bed and try her best to sleep, since so much depended on her now.
Such a poor, scratched, swollen21 face it was lifted to him for a good-night kiss, so different from the brilliant, beautiful, rebellious22 one that had defied him on the night of that trouble-causing dinner party.
He took the front door key with him, and went out, riding slowly back to Misrule, though he had no business there, as he knew. He put his father’s horse back into the stable, and learnt from the man, who had just gone to bed, that Martha was with Essie and the nurse with Meg.
Then he went round into the garden, and to the side of the house where Meg’s bedroom was.
There was a white, flat paling fence separating 261that part of the garden from the paddocks; he sat down on it and watched the light on her white blind with a despairing expression in his eyes.
He would have given all the world for a kiss from her, a smile of forgiveness; his love for Mabelle lay, a cold thing, almost dead, in his breast; he felt he could never breathe on it and warm it to life again.
To him, as to Nellie, this great white awful night brought back to memory the red red sunset and purple black shadows of the evening Judy had died. Like Nellie, he too fell on his knees, and prayed as he had only prayed that one other time in his life. And, like Nellie too, he prayed despairingly and without faith because that other prayer had not been answered. It was midnight when he had ridden back; he stopped there in the white, hushed garden till the moon began to fade out of the sky and a pale flush of rose crept up from the river. He was stiff and cold from his long watch; on the ill-kept strip of grass beneath the lighted window he had worn a path with his pacings, and his heart was heavier than ever.
When five o’clock came he still lingered; he was watching for the first opening door. To wait for her smile and forgiveness till she was better—to wait—to miss it for ever, perhaps—was more than he could bear to contemplate23. He wrote her a little 262eager loving note on the back of an envelope from his pocket; his sister, his dear, sweet old Meg, would she ever forgive him?
He thought he would give it to Martha the minute there was a stir of life within the house, and he went softly round the verandah to the side door; it was always opened first, he knew. He stood there more than half an hour, listening for a footstep on the stairs, for the creak of a door or the sound of a voice.
On the weather-worn wall near there were a number of marks and names and dates; it was the measuring wall of the family. It carried his thoughts back a long, long time. It was nearly seven long years since the first marks were made: the little one, only a couple of feet off the ground, was marked “The General,”—Pip remembered Esther had to hold him there, for it was before he could walk. Then all the small steps above it—Baby, and Bunty, and Nell—such a little Nell; Judy, with a crossing out at her name and a mark lower down—he remembered finding out after he had measured her first, that she had tacked24 a bit of wood on to each heel of her shoes; then himself, and Meg topping them all.
The last marks were recent; they had measured merrily just before Esther went away, to see if 263any one could possibly grow in such a short time. He himself was at the top now, ten inches past Meg, and Nellie and Bunty were nearly up to Meg. How nearly the new little mark that meant Essie had never risen any higher! And Judy, dear, dear little Judy, so quick growing, so eager-eyed—her mark was no longer among them.
It forced itself upon Pip that perhaps never again would he put the flat book on Meg’s bright head and crush down, ere he measured her, the fluffy25 hair that gave her an unlawful inch.
He turned on his heel from the wall; the mark seemed on his heart.
Some one opened a verandah door some distance away and stepped out into the garden. It was the nurse, heavy-eyed, pale-cheeked, come out for a breath of the quickening morning. She did not see the unhappy boy standing26 there, but went down the path towards the sun-touched river, and left the door open behind her.
Pip slipped in, on uncontrollable impulse. He stole through the quiet hall and up the staircase; he went softly down the upstairs passage—and Meg’s door was open.
She was quite alone, lying among the pillows, with her bright hair loose, her cheeks a little flushed, but her eyes open and quite natural. The next 264second he was in the room kneeling by the bedside, and kissing the little hot hand on the counterpane.
“Oh, go away!” she cried. “Oh, Pip, how mad of you—dear Pip, you’ll catch it!”
But he would not loose her hand.
“Will you?” he said.
She moved to put her arm round his neck, then remembered and shrank back.
“Why, there is nothing,” she said; “it was you to forgive me—if you do I am more than glad; now do go, old fellow.”
“Lie down,” he said, standing up again; it had only just struck him he might be doing her harm.
“There, lie so,—keep still, for heaven’s sake. I only came to tell you you’re the best sister on earth, and I’ve been a brute29 to you. Meg, I’ll promise you faithfully never to think of Mabelle again—oh, good God! I haven’t made you worse, have I?” For Meg put her hand up to her head with a sudden movement.
“Not an atom,” she said, “the cloth was wetting my neck, that’s all,—you’ve made me better indeed with that promise; now go, Pip dearest, this minute, and change everything—promise me; think of the 265children; get a suit out of your room and have a bath.”
The nurse’s step was on the stairs; he kissed her hand again and fled.
Afterwards he felt he had done a selfish thing, and made himself miserable over it. Perhaps he had excited and worried her, perhaps it would make her worse; and suppose he gave the infection to Peter or Poppet!
He took his evening clothes, they were the only ones left in his room, and he went down to the river with a slow and heavy step.
Then he undressed and swam about for nearly twenty minutes, so determined30 was he not to carry home a microbe. He even struck out into the middle, and braved any sharks that might be yet unbreakfasted. Then he made his toilet again, swallow-tail and all, carefully washed the clothes he had taken off, and laid them on the grass to dry.
A man he knew, coming down to the water with his towels over his shoulder, met him on the way to the cottage and stared amazedly.
“You’re fairly late home, old chap,” he said; “where in the world have you been?”
Pip only shook his head and pushed on. He was far too unhappy to stay and explain.
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