He handed her the empty cup, and walked out of the house. There had been no pa.s.sion in his tone. His accent had been only that of a man who has occasion to reprove an old and trusted servant for an unwarrantable impertinence. Nancy Woolper stood at the street-door watching him as he walked away, and then went slowly back to her duties in the lower regions of the house.
"It can"t be true," she muttered to herself; "it can"t be true."
The dentist returned to Fitzgeorge-street in less than an hour, bringing with him a surgeon from the neighbourhood, who saw the patient, discussed the treatment, spoke hopefully to Mrs. Halliday, and departed, after promising to send a saline draught. Poor Georgy"s spirits, which had revived a little under the influence of the stranger"s hopeful words, sank again when she discovered that the utmost the new doctor could do was to order a saline draught. Her husband had taken so many saline draughts, and had been getting daily worse under their influence.
She watched the stranger wistfully as he lingered on the threshold to say a few words to Mr. Sheldon. He was a very young man, with a frank boyish face and a rosy colour in his cheeks. He looked like some fresh young neophyte in the awful mysteries of medical science, and by no means the sort of man to whom one would have imagined Philip Sheldon appealing for help, when he found his own skill at fault. But then it must be remembered that Mr. Sheldon had only summoned the stranger in compliance with what he considered a womanish whim.
"He looks very young," Georgina said regretfully, after the doctor"s departure.
"So much the better, my dear Mrs. Halliday," answered the dentist cheerfully; "medical science is eminently progressive, and the youngest men are the best-educated men."
Poor Georgy did not understand this; but it sounded convincing, and she was in the habit of believing what people told her; so she accepted Mr.
Sheldon"s opinion. How could she doubt that he was wiser than herself in all matters connected with the medical profession?
"Tom seems a little better this morning," she said presently.
The invalid was asleep, shrouded by the curtain of the heavy old-fashioned four-post bedstead.
"He is better," answered the dentist; "so much better, that I shall venture to give him a few business letters that have been waiting for him some time, as soon as he wakes."
He seated himself by the head of the bed, and waited quietly for the awakening of the patient.
"Your breakfast is ready for you downstairs, Mrs. Halliday," he said presently; "hadn"t you better go down and take it, while I keep watch here? It"s nearly ten o"clock."
"I don"t care about any breakfast," Georgina answered piteously.
"Ah, but you"d better eat something. You"ll make yourself an invalid, if you are not careful; and then you won"t be able to attend upon Tom."
This argument prevailed immediately. Georgy went downstairs to the drawing-room, and tried bravely to eat and drink, in order that she might be sustained in her attendance upon her husband. She had forgotten all the throes and tortures of jealousy which she had endured on his account. She had forgotten his late hours and unholy roisterings. She had forgotten everything except that he had been very tender and kind throughout the prosperous years of their married life, and that he was lying in the darkened room upstairs sick to death.
Mr. Sheldon waited with all outward show of patience for the awakening of the invalid. But he looked at his watch twice during that half-hour of waiting; and once he rose and moved softly about the room, searching for writing materials. He found a little portfolio of Georgina"s, and a frivolous-minded inkstand, after the semblance of an apple, with a gilt stalk and leaflet. The dentist took the trouble to ascertain that there was a decent supply of ink in the green-gla.s.s apple, and that the pens were in working order. Then he went quietly back to his seat by the bedside and waited.
The invalid opened his eyes presently, and recognised his friend with a feeble smile.
"Well, Tom, old fellow, how do you feel to-day--a little better I hear from Mrs. H.," said the dentist cheerily.
"Yes, I think I am a shade better. But, you see, the deuce of it is I never get more than a shade better. It always stops at that. The little woman can"t complain of me now, can she, Sheldon? No more late hours, or oyster suppers, eh?"
"No, no, not just yet. You"ll have to take care of yourself for a week or two when you get about again." Mr. Halliday smiled faintly as his friend said this.
"I shall be very careful of myself if I ever do get about again, you may depend upon it, old fellow. But do you know I sometimes fancy I have spent my last jolly evening, and eaten my last oyster supper, on this earth? I"m afraid it"s time for me to begin to think seriously of a good many things. The little woman is all right, thank G.o.d. I made my will upwards of a year ago, and insured my life pretty heavily soon after my marriage. Old Cradock never let me rest till that was done. So Georgy will be all safe. But when a man has led a careless, G.o.dless kind of a life,--doing very little harm, perhaps, but doing no particular good,--he ought to set about making up his account somehow for a better world, when he feels himself slipping out of this. I asked Georgy for her Bible yesterday, and the poor dear loving little thing was frightened out of her wits. "O, don"t talk like that, Tom," she cried; "Mr. Sheldon says you are getting better every hour,"--by which you may guess what a rare thing it is for me to read my Bible. No, Phil, old fellow, you"ve done your best for me, I know; but I"m not made of a very tough material, and all the physic you can pour down this poor sore throat of mine won"t put any strength into me."
"Nonsense, dear boy; that"s just what a man who has not been accustomed to illness is sure to think directly he is laid up for a day or two."
"I"ve been laid up for three weeks," murmured Mr. Halliday rather fretfully.
"Well, well, perhaps this Mr. Burkham will bring you round in three days, and then you"ll say that your friend Sheldon was an ignoramus."
"No, no, I shan"t, old fellow; I"m not such a fool as that. I"m not going to blame you when it"s my own const.i.tution that"s in fault. As to that young man you brought here just now, to please Georgy, I don"t suppose he"ll be able to do any more for me than you have done."
"We"ll contrive to bring you round between us, never fear, Tom,"
answered Philip Sheldon in his most hopeful tone. "Why, you are looking almost your old self this morning. You are so much improved that I may venture to talk to you about business. There have been some letters lying about for the last few days. I didn"t like to bore you while you were so very low. But they look like business letters; and perhaps it would be as well for you to open them."
The sick man contemplated the little packet which the dentist had taken from his breast-pocket; and then shook his head wearily.
"I"m not up to the mark, Sheldon," he said; "the letters must keep."
"O, come, come, old fellow! That"s giving way, you know. The letters may be important; and it will do you good if you make an effort to rouse yourself."
"I tell you it isn"t in me to do it, Philip Sheldon. I"m past making efforts. Can"t you see that, man? Open the letters yourself, if you like."
"No, no, Halliday, I won"t do that. Here"s one with the seal of the Alliance Insurance Office. I suppose your premium is all right."
Tom Halliday lifted himself on his elbow for a moment, startled into new life; but he sank back on the pillows again immediately, with a feeble groan.
"I don"t know about that," he said anxiously; "you"d better look to that, Phil, for the little woman"s sake. A man is apt to think that his insurance is settled and done with, when he has been pommelled about by the doctors and approved by the board. He forgets there"s that little matter of the premium. You"d better open the letter, Phil. I never was a good hand at remembering dates, and this illness has thrown me altogether out of gear."
Mr. Sheldon tore open that official doc.u.ment, which, in his benevolent regard for his friend"s interest, he had manipulated so cleverly on the previous evening, and read the letter with all show of deliberation.
"You"re right, Tom," he exclaimed presently. "The twenty-one days"
grace expire to-day. You"d better write me a check at once, and I"ll send it on to the office by hand. Where"s your check-book?"
"In the pocket of that coat hanging up there."
Philip Sheldon found the check-book, and brought it to his friend, with Georgy"s portfolio, and the frivolous little green-gla.s.s inkstand in the shape of an apple. He adjusted the writing materials for the sick man"s use with womanly gentleness. His arm supported the wasted frame, as Tom Halliday slowly and laboriously filled in the check; and when the signature was duly appended to that doc.u.ment, he drew a long breath, which seemed to express infinite relief of mind.
"You"ll be sure it goes on to the Alliance Office, eh, old fellow?"
asked Tom, as he tore out the oblong slip of paper and handed it to his friend. "It was kind of you to jog my memory about this business. I"m such a fellow for procrastinating matters. And I"m afraid I"ve been a little off my load during the last week."
"Nonsense, Tom; not you."
"O yes, I have. I"ve had all sorts of queer fancies. Did you come into this room the night before last, when Georgy was asleep?" Mr. Sheldon reflected for a moment before answering.
"No," he said, "not the night before last."
"Ah, I thought as much," murmured the invalid. "I was off my head that night then, Phil, for I fancied I saw you; and I fancied I heard the bottles and gla.s.ses jingling on the little table behind the curtain."
"You were dreaming, perhaps."
"O no, I wasn"t dreaming. I was very restless and wakeful that night.
However, that"s neither here nor there. I lie in a stupid state sometimes for hours and hours, and I feel as weak as a rat, bodily and mentally; so while I have my wits about me, I"d better say what I"ve been wanting to say ever so long. You"ve been a good and kind friend to me all through this illness, Phil, and I"m not ungrateful for your kindness. If it does come to the worst with me--as I believe it will--Georgy shall give you a handsome mourning ring, or fifty pounds to buy one, if you like it better. And now let me shake hands with you, Philip Sheldon, and say thank you heartily, old fellow, for once and for ever."
The invalid stretched out a poor feeble attenuated hand, and, after a moment"s pause, Philip Sheldon clasped it in his own muscular fingers.
He did hesitate for just one instant before taking that hand.