He is as glad as she.
"Home, memsahib. And we"ve never had a real one before. Thank G.o.d, I"m able to give it you at last."
She darts impulsively from one object in the room to another.
"Look, these pictures. I"m sure they are all Amy"s work. They are splendid." With perhaps a moment"s misgiving, "Aren"t they?"
"_I_ couldn"t have done them," the Colonel says guardedly. He considers the hand-painted curtains. "She seems to have stopped everything in the middle. Still I couldn"t have done them. I expect this is what is called a cosy corner."
But Alice has found something more precious. She utters little cries of rapture.
"What is it?"
"Oh, Robert, a baby"s shoe. My baby." She presses it to her as if it were a dove. Then she is appalled. "Robert, if I had met my baby coming along the street I shouldn"t have known her from other people"s babies."
"Yes, you would," the Colonel says hurriedly. "Don"t break down _now_. Just think, Alice; after to-day, you will know your baby anywhere."
"Oh joy, joy, joy."
Then the expression of her face changes to "Oh woe, woe, woe."
"What is it now, Alice?"
"Perhaps she won"t like me."
"Impossible."
"Perhaps none of them will like me."
"My dear Alice, children always love their mother, whether they see much of her or not. It"s an instinct."
"Who told you that?"
"You goose. It was yourself."
"I"ve lost faith in it."
He thinks it wise to sound a warning note. "Of course you must give them a little time."
"Robert, Robert. Not another minute. That"s not the way people ever love me. They mustn"t think me over first or anything of that sort. If they do I"m lost; they must love me at once."
"A good many have done that," Robert says, surveying her quizzically as if she were one of Amy"s incompleted works.
"You are not implying, Robert, that I ever--. If I ever did I always told you about it afterwards, didn"t I? And I _certainly_ never did it until I was sure you were comfortable."
"You always wrapped me up first," he admits.
"They were only boys, Robert--poor lonely boys. What are you looking so solemn about, Robert?"
"I was trying to picture you as you will be when you settle down."
She is properly abashed. "Not settled down yet--with a girl nearly grown up. And yet it"s true; it"s the tragedy of Alice Grey." She pulls his hair. "Oh, husband, when shall I settle down?"
"I can tell you exactly--in a year from to-day. Alice, when I took you away to that humdrummy Indian station I was already quite a middle-aged bloke. I chuckled over your gaiety, but it gave me lumbago to try to be gay with you. Poor old girl, you were like an only child who has to play alone. When for one month in the twelve we went to--to--where the boys were, it was like turning you loose in a sweet-stuff shop."
"Robert, darling, what nonsense you do talk."
He makes rather a wry face. "I didn"t always like it, memsahib. But I knew my dear, and could trust her; and I often swore to myself when I was shaving, "I won"t ask her to settle down until I have given her a year in England." A year from to-day, you harum-scarum. By that time your daughter will be almost grown-up herself; and it wouldn"t do to let her pa.s.s you."
"Robert, here is an idea; she and I shall come of age together. I promise; or I shall try to keep one day in front of her, like the school-mistresses when they are teaching boys Latin. Dearest, you haven"t been disappointed in me as a whole, have you? I haven"t paid you for all your dear kindnesses to me--in rupees, have I?"
His answer is of no consequence, for at this moment there arrives a direct message from heaven. It comes by way of the nursery, and is a child"s cry. The heart of Alice Grey stops beating for several seconds. Then it says, "My Molly!" The nurse appears, starts, and is at once on the defensive.
NURSE. "Is it--Mrs. Grey?"
ALICE hastily, "Yes. Is my--child in there?"
NURSE. "Yes, ma"am."
COLONEL, ready to catch her if she falls, "Alice, be calm."
ALICE, falteringly, "May I go in, nurse?"
NURSE, cold-heartedly, "She"s sleeping, ma"am, and I have made it a rule to let her wake up naturally. But I daresay it"s a bad rule."
ALICE, her hands on her heart, "I"m sure it"s a good rule. I shan"t wake her, nurse."
COLONEL, showing the stuff he is made of, "Gad, _I_ will. It"s the least she can do to let herself be wakened."
ALICE, admiring the effrontery of the man, "Don"t interfere, Robert."
COLONEL. "Sleeping? Why, she cried just now."
NURSE. "That is why I came out--to see who was making so much noise."
An implacable woman this, and yet when she is alone with Molly a very bundle of delight.
"I"m vexed when she cries--I daresay it"s old-fashioned of me. Not being a yah-yah I"m at a disadvantage."
ALICE, swelling, "After all, she is _my_ child."
COLONEL, firmly, "Come along. Alice,"
ALICE. "I would prefer to go alone, dear."
COLONEL. "All right. But break it to her that I"m kicking my heels outside."
Alice gets as far as the door. The nurse discharges a last duty.