The invalid, with the selfishness of his cla.s.s, then begged Staines to take him out of all this bustle down to the beach. Staines complied at once, with the utmost meekness, and said, "Good-by, old friends; forgive me for not remembering you. It is my great affliction that the past is gone from me--gone, gone." And he went sadly away, drawing his sick charge like a patient mule.
Phoebe Falcon looked after him, and began to cry.
"Nay, nay, Phoebe," said d.i.c.k; "don"t ye take on about it."
"I wonder at you," sobbed Phoebe. "Good people, I"m fonder of my brother than he is of himself, it seems; for I can"t take it so easy. Well, the world is full of trouble. Let us do what we are here for. But I shall pray for the poor soul every night, that his mind may be given back to him."
So then she bustled, and gave herself to getting the cattle on sh.o.r.e, and the things put on board her wagon.
But when this was done, she said to her brother, "d.i.c.k, I did not think anything on earth could take my heart off the cattle and the things we have got from home; but I can"t leave this without going to the hospital about our poor dear doctor: and it is late for making a start, any way--and you mustn"t forget the newspapers for Reginald--he is so fond of them--and you must contrive to have one sent out regular after this, and I"ll go to the hospital."
She went, and saw the head doctor, and told him he had got an attendant there she had known in England in a very different condition, and she had come to see if there was anything she could do for him--for she felt very grateful to him, and grieved to see him so.
The doctor was pleased and surprised, and put several questions.
Then she gave him a clear statement of what he had done for d.i.c.k in England.
"Well," said the doctor, "I believe it is the same man; for, now you tell me this--yes, one of the nurses told me he knew more about medicine than she did. His name, if you please."
"His name, sir?"
"Yes, his name. Of course you know his name. Is it Christie?"
"Doctor," said Phoebe, blushing, "I don"t know what you will think of me, but I don"t know his name. Laws forgive me, I never had the sense to ask it."
A shade of suspicion crossed the doctor"s face.
Phoebe saw it, and colored to the temples. "Oh, sir," she cried piteously, "don"t go for to think I have told you a lie! why should I?
and indeed I am not of that sort, nor d.i.c.k neither. Sir, I"ll bring him to you, and he will say the same. Well, we were all in terror and confusion, and I met him accidentally in the street. He was only a customer till then, and paid ready money, so that is how I never knew his name, but if I hadn"t been the greatest fool in England, I should have asked his wife."
"What! he has a wife?"
"Ay, sir, the loveliest lady you ever clapped eyes on, and he is almost as handsome; has eyes in his head like jewels; "twas by them I knew him on the quay, and I think he knew my voice again, said as good as he had heard it in past times."
"Did he? Then we have got him," cried the doctor energetically.
"La, Sir."
"Yes; if he knows your voice, you will be able in time to lead his memory back; at least, I think so. Do you live in Cape Town?"
"Dear heart, no. I live at my own farm, a hundred and eighty miles from this."
"What a pity!"
"Why, sir?"
"Well--hum!"
"Oh, if you think I could do the poor doctor good by having him with me, you have only to say the word, and out he goes with d.i.c.k and me to-morrow morning. We should have started for home to-night, but for this."
"Are you in earnest, madam?" said the doctor, opening his eyes. "Would you really enc.u.mber yourself with a person whose reason is in suspense, and may never return?"
"But that is not his fault, sir. Why, if a dog had saved my brother"s life, I"d take it home, and keep it all its days; and this is a man, and a worthy man. Oh, sir, when I saw him brought down so, and his beautiful eyes clouded like, my very bosom yearned over the poor soul; a kind act done in dear old England, who can see the man in trouble here, and not repay it--ay, if it cost one"s blood. But indeed he is strong and healthy, and hands are always scarce our way, and the odds are he will earn his meat one way or t"other; and if he doesn"t, why, all the better for me; I shall have the pleasure of serving him for nought that once served me for neither money nor reward."
"You are a good woman," said the doctor warmly.
"There"s better, and there"s worse," said Phoebe quietly, and even a little coldly.
"More of the latter," said the doctor dryly. "Well, Mrs.--?"
"Falcon, sir."
"We shall hand him over to your care: but first--just for form--if you are a married woman, we should like to see d.i.c.k here: he is your husband, I presume."
Ploebe laughed merrily. "d.i.c.k is my brother; and he can"t be spared to come here. d.i.c.k! he"d say black was white if I told him to."
"Then let us see your husband about it--just for form."
"My husband is at the farm. I could not venture so far away, and not leave him in charge." If she had said, "I will not bring him into temptation," that would have been nearer the truth. "Let that fly stick on the wall, sir. What I do, my husband will approve."
"I see how it is. You rule the roost."
Phoebe did not reply point-blank to that; she merely said, "All my chickens are happy, great and small," and an expression of lofty, womanly, innocent pride illuminated her face and made it superb for a moment.
In short, it was settled that Staines should accompany her next morning to Dale"s Kloof Farm, if he chose. On inquiry, it appeared that he had just returned to the hospital with his patient. He was sent for, and Phoebe asked him sweetly if he would go with her to her house, one hundred and eighty miles away, and she would be kind to him.
"On the water?"
"Nay, by land; but "tis a fine country, and you will see beautiful deer and things running across the plains, and"--
"Shall I find the past again, the past again?"
"Ay, poor soul, that we shall, G.o.d willing. You and I, we will hunt it together."
He looked at her, and gave her his hand. "I will go with you. Your face belongs to the past, so does your voice."
He then inquired, rather abruptly, had she any children. She smiled.
"Ay, that I have, the loveliest little boy you ever saw. When you are as you used to be, you will be his doctor, won"t you?"
"Yes, I will nurse him, and you will help me find the past."
Phoebe then begged Staines to be ready to start at six in the morning.
She and d.i.c.k would take him up on their way.
While she was talking to him the doctor slipped out, and to tell the truth he went to consult with another authority, whether he should take this opportunity of telling Staines that he had money and jewels at the bank: he himself was half inclined to do so; but the other, who had not seen Phoebe"s face, advised him to do nothing of the kind. "They are always short of money, these colonial farmers," said he; "she would get every shilling out of him."
"Most would; but this is such an honest face."