"That is odd. I thought you liked fine clothes, and married papa that he might give you them: Phillis said so."
"Phillis was mistaken."
More than that Christian did not answer; indeed, she hardly took in what the child said, being fully engrossed with her charge.
Let.i.tia spoke again.
"Are you really sorry for Atty? Aunt Henrietta said you did not care for any of us."
"Not care for any of you!" And almost as if it were a real mother"s heart, Christian felt hers yearn over the poor pale face, growing every minute more ghastly.
"I wonder where papa can be! Let.i.tia, go and look for him. Tell him to send Barker for the doctor at once."
And then she gave her whole attention to Arthur, forgetting everything except that she had taken upon herself toward these children all the duties and anxieties of motherhood. How many--perhaps none--would she ever win of its joys? But to women like her duty alone const.i.tutes happiness.
She felt happier than she had done for very, very long, when at last Arthur lay soothed and quieted in her arms, which clasped round him close and warm, as finding in him something to comfort, something to love. She had almost lost sigh of danger and fear, when the door opened and Phillis entered, Dr. Grey following.
On Christian"s first look at the latter, she found out one thing--which hardly so much lessened her reverence as converted it into a strange tenderness--that her husband was one of the many men who, brave enough morally, are the most utter cowards at sight of physical suffering. Completely unhinged, trembling all over, Dr. Grey knelt down by his boy"s side.
"What must we do, Christian? What must we do?"
She knew at once that whatever was done she must do it; but before she had time to say a word there appeared Miss Gascoigne.
"What is wrong? Why is the doctor sent for? That child hurt?
Nonsense! Hurt seriously with just a mere slip down a few stairs! I will never believe it. It is just making a fuss about nothing. Dr. Grey, we must go to the dinner-party, or what would people say? Phillis, take Arthur from Mrs. Grey and carry him up to the nursery."
But Arthur screamed, and clung with all his might to his step-mother"s neck.
"He is hurt," said Christian, firmly, "and I can not have him moved.
Hush, Atty! you grieve papa. Be quiet, and n.o.body shall touch you but papa and me."
Miss Cascoigne stood mute--then again ordered Phillis to take the child.
"I won"t go! She will beat me again. Please, please;" and he clung again to his step-mother. "I"ll be good--I"ll be so good, if you will only take care of me."
"I will," said Christian. And the desperate instinct of protection, which some women have toward all helpless things, gleamed in her eyes as she added, "Miss Gascoigne, you must leave this child to me. I know what to do with him. Shall it be so, Dr. Grey?"
"Certainly."
With one furious glance at her brother-in-law, Miss Gascoigne turned and walked out of the room.
But there was no time to heed her, for that instant, bubbling over the boy"s white lips, Christian saw a red drop or two; they made her own heart stand still.
It so happened that during her stay with the Fergusons one of the little boys had broken his collar-bone; a slight accident in itself, had not the bone pierced the lung, causing a long and severe illness. Quick as lightning Christian recollected all that had not been done, and all that the doctor said they ought to have done, in the case of little Jamie. It was useless speaking out what she feared; indeed, one look at Dr.
Grey"s terrified face showed her it was impossible; so she merely laid Arthur down very gently from her arms, persuaded him to let her place him on his back along the sofa, and wiped the few drops from his mouth.
"Do not be frightened, papa"--and she made an effort at a smile--"as I said, I think I know what is amiss with him."
"I am used to children. The doctor will be here soon. Suppose you were to go down stairs and see if he is coming,"
Dr. Grey obeyed mechanically. When he came back he found Let.i.tia and the nurse sent away. Christian hardly knew how she managed it, but she did do it, for it was necessary; Arthur must be kept quiet. She was now sitting in the silent, half-dark room, with the boy lying quite still and patient now, his little hot hand clinging fast to hers.
"How content he seems with you! He does not want Phillis, I think."
"No! no! no!" cried Arthur, violently. "Phillis beats me; she always does, every day of my life. I hate her! If I die, Phillis ought to be hanged, for it was she that killed me."
"Hush! hush! no speaking," said Christian; and her soft compelling hand pressed the boy down again. She was now almost certain that the lung was injured, and her eyes were full of foreboding compa.s.sion as they rested on the poor little fellow, so unused to suffering.
"Is this all true about Phillis?" whispered Dr. Grey.
"I fear it is; but we can not talk of that just now. Ah! here is the doctor."
It was an inexpressible relief to Christian when, after his first glance at the patient, Dr. Anstruther said, in his quick, firm, cheery way,
"Now, Dr. Grey, we"ll soon put your little man right. But we only want women here. The best thing you can do is to walk out of the room.
This young lady?"
"Mrs. Grey--Dr. Anstruther."
"I see--I beg your pardon, madam;" and his keen eyes took in at a glance the graceful figure, the brilliant evening dress. "I was to have met you today at dinner at the vice chancellor"s, but this prevented you, I suppose?"
"Yes," said Christian; and then, in a few whispered words, told about the accident, and her suspicions of what it was. The freemasonry of trust which springs up instantaneously between any honest doctor and sensible nurse made them friends in five minutes.
Mrs. Grey"s fears had been only too true. Many weeks of illness and of anxious nursing lay before her and her poor boy. After all had been done that could be done, Dr. Grey was recalled, and the facts explained to him; though Dr. Anstruther, who seemed to understand him well, dwelt as lightly upon them as possible, consistent with that strict truth which was always spoken by the good doctor. Still, it was enough.
When Dr. Anstruther was gone, Dr. Grey caine and stood by the sofa, in great distress.
"An illness of weeks--delicate for months--and perhaps weakly for life.
Oh, my poor boy!"
"Hush!" said Christian; "the child might hear. Go, and sit down for a minute, and I will come to you."
She came, and, leaning over him, laid her hand tenderly on her husband"s shoulder. She could do no more, even though he was her husband. She felt helpless to comfort him, for the key which unlocks all consolation was in her heart not yet found. Only there came over her, with a solemn presentiment which had its sweetness still, the conviction that whatever happiness her lot might have missed, its duties were very plain, very sure. All her life she would have, more or less, to take care of, not only these her children, but their father.
She stood beside him, holding his shaking hands between her two firm ones, till she heard Arthur call faintly.
"I must leave you now. You will go to bed; and oh, do try to sleep.
Poor papa!"
"And you?"
"I shall sit up, of course. Never mind me; I have done it many a time."
"Will you have n.o.body with you?"
"No. It would disturb Arthur, Hush! there is no time for speaking.
This once you must let me have my way. Good-night, papa."
But for all that, in the dead of the night, she heard the study-door open, and saw Dr. Grey come stealing in to where she sat watching--as she was to watch for many a weary day and night--beside his boy"s pillow.