They were still clasped in this dumb embrace when there was a step in the shop and Ann Eliza, starting up, saw Miss Mellins in the doorway.
"My sakes, Miss Bunner! What in the land are you doing? Miss Evelina--Mrs. Ramy--it ain"t you?"
Miss Mellins"s eyes, bursting from their sockets, sprang from Evelina"s pallid face to the disordered supper table and the heap of worn clothes on the floor; then they turned back to Ann Eliza, who had placed herself on the defensive between her sister and the dress-maker.
"My sister Evelina has come back--come back on a visit. She was taken sick in the cars on the way home--I guess she caught cold--so I made her go right to bed as soon as ever she got here."
Ann Eliza was surprised at the strength and steadiness of her voice.
Fortified by its sound she went on, her eyes on Miss Mellins"s baffled countenance: "Mr. Ramy has gone west on a trip--a trip connected with his business; and Evelina is going to stay with me till he comes back."
XII
What measure of belief her explanation of Evelina"s return obtained in the small circle of her friends Ann Eliza did not pause to enquire.
Though she could not remember ever having told a lie before, she adhered with rigid tenacity to the consequences of her first lapse from truth, and fortified her original statement with additional details whenever a questioner sought to take her unawares.
But other and more serious burdens lay on her startled conscience. For the first time in her life she dimly faced the awful problem of the inutility of self-sacrifice. Hitherto she had never thought of questioning the inherited principles which had guided her life.
Self-effacement for the good of others had always seemed to her both natural and necessary; but then she had taken it for granted that it implied the securing of that good. Now she perceived that to refuse the gifts of life does not ensure their transmission to those for whom they have been surrendered; and her familiar heaven was unpeopled. She felt she could no longer trust in the goodness of G.o.d, and there was only a black abyss above the roof of Bunner Sisters.
But there was little time to brood upon such problems. The care of Evelina filled Ann Eliza"s days and nights. The hastily summoned doctor had p.r.o.nounced her to be suffering from pneumonia, and under his care the first stress of the disease was relieved. But her recovery was only partial, and long after the doctor"s visits had ceased she continued to lie in bed, too weak to move, and seemingly indifferent to everything about her.
At length one evening, about six weeks after her return, she said to her sister: "I don"t feel"s if I"d ever get up again."
Ann Eliza turned from the kettle she was placing on the stove. She was startled by the echo the words woke in her own breast.
"Don"t you talk like that, Evelina! I guess you"re on"y tired out--and disheartened."
"Yes, I"m disheartened," Evelina murmured.
A few months earlier Ann Eliza would have met the confession with a word of pious admonition; now she accepted it in silence.
"Maybe you"ll brighten up when your cough gets better," she suggested.
"Yes--or my cough"ll get better when I brighten up," Evelina retorted with a touch of her old tartness.
"Does your cough keep on hurting you jest as much?"
"I don"t see"s there"s much difference."
"Well, I guess I"ll get the doctor to come round again," Ann Eliza said, trying for the matter-of-course tone in which one might speak of sending for the plumber or the gas-fitter.
"It ain"t any use sending for the doctor--and who"s going to pay him?"
"I am," answered the elder sister. "Here"s your tea, and a mite of toast. Don"t that tempt you?"
Already, in the watches of the night, Ann Eliza had been tormented by that same question--who was to pay the doctor?--and a few days before she had temporarily silenced it by borrowing twenty dollars of Miss Mellins. The transaction had cost her one of the bitterest struggles of her life. She had never borrowed a penny of any one before, and the possibility of having to do so had always been cla.s.sed in her mind among those shameful extremities to which Providence does not let decent people come. But nowadays she no longer believed in the personal supervision of Providence; and had she been compelled to steal the money instead of borrowing it, she would have felt that her conscience was the only tribunal before which she had to answer. Nevertheless, the actual humiliation of having to ask for the money was no less bitter; and she could hardly hope that Miss Mellins would view the case with the same detachment as herself. Miss Mellins was very kind; but she not unnaturally felt that her kindness should be rewarded by according her the right to ask questions; and bit by bit Ann Eliza saw Evelina"s miserable secret slipping into the dress-maker"s possession.
When the doctor came she left him alone with Evelina, busying herself in the shop that she might have an opportunity of seeing him alone on his way out. To steady herself she began to sort a trayful of b.u.t.tons, and when the doctor appeared she was reciting under her breath: "Twenty-four horn, two and a half cards fancy pearl..." She saw at once that his look was grave.
He sat down on the chair beside the counter, and her mind travelled miles before he spoke.
"Miss Bunner, the best thing you can do is to let me get a bed for your sister at St. Luke"s."
"The hospital?"
"Come now, you"re above that sort of prejudice, aren"t you?" The doctor spoke in the tone of one who coaxes a spoiled child. "I know how devoted you are--but Mrs. Ramy can be much better cared for there than here.
You really haven"t time to look after her and attend to your business as well. There"ll be no expense, you understand--"
Ann Eliza made no answer. "You think my sister"s going to be sick a good while, then?" she asked.
"Well, yes--possibly."
"You think she"s very sick?"
"Well, yes. She"s very sick."
His face had grown still graver; he sat there as though he had never known what it was to hurry.
Ann Eliza continued to separate the pearl and horn b.u.t.tons. Suddenly she lifted her eyes and looked at him. "Is she going to die?"
The doctor laid a kindly hand on hers. "We never say that, Miss Bunner.
Human skill works wonders--and at the hospital Mrs. Ramy would have every chance."
"What is it? What"s she dying of?"
The doctor hesitated, seeking to subst.i.tute a popular phrase for the scientific terminology which rose to his lips.
"I want to know," Ann Eliza persisted.
"Yes, of course; I understand. Well, your sister has had a hard time lately, and there is a complication of causes, resulting in consumption--rapid consumption. At the hospital--"
"I"ll keep her here," said Ann Eliza quietly.
After the doctor had gone she went on for some time sorting the b.u.t.tons; then she slipped the tray into its place on a shelf behind the counter and went into the back room. She found Evelina propped upright against the pillows, a flush of agitation on her cheeks. Ann Eliza pulled up the shawl which had slipped from her sister"s shoulders.
"How long you"ve been! What"s he been saying?"
"Oh, he went long ago--he on"y stopped to give me a prescription. I was sorting out that tray of b.u.t.tons. Miss Mellins"s girl got them all mixed up."
She felt Evelina"s eyes upon her.
"He must have said something: what was it?"
"Why, he said you"d have to be careful--and stay in bed--and take this new medicine he"s given you."