"Have you seen the child today?" she asked presently.
"No, not since his illness; but Dr. Bernard tells me the fever left him early this morning."
"It did? Oh! then he"ll soon get better."
"But he is so excessively weak, that he holds out small hopes of his recovery."
"Poor dear Amy, how sad for her. Ah! there"s the carriage at last; how delightful! Mr. Russell could not have been at home." And away she flew down the stairs, and stood impatiently on the terrace.
"My dear Thomas," she exclaimed, "how slowly you drive. I always tell you you indulge the pony fearfully when I am not with you."
Mr. Hall looked in surprise at his wife"s anxious face. "Why, Anne," he said, "I had no idea you were in such a desperate hurry to return home, or I might have driven a little quicker."
"Return," she cried, "I am not thinking of such a thing. I want to stay for a week, if you will only let me, and Isabella does not object; you can go and arrange it with her presently," said she, in her impetuous way.
"But I have yet to hear why I am to do all this," returned her husband.
"Ah, I forgot! It"s because poor Amy Vavasour"s child, that little boy we saw when we were last here, is dying of some fever. They say it"s infectious, but you will not mind that, will you? I am not a bit afraid, and I do so want to comfort Amy."
Mr. Hall looked very grave.
"Oh, don"t consider about it," she said, "you can stay, too, you know; there is no reason why you should go home before Sat.u.r.day."
"It is not that," he replied, "but this fever is infectious, Anne, and you will be running a great risk."
"Do not think about it, Tom. I shall fret myself into a worse fever at home, and besides, think of poor Amy. I do not believe you can be so hard-hearted as to refuse me."
So in the end, much against his wish, Mr. Hall yielded, and while he went to propose the plan to Mrs. Linchmore Anne went off on her mission of mercy, and was repaid by the sad smile, and almost glad light in Amy"s eyes as she greeted her.
Anne was shocked at the change in the boy; shocked too, with the mother"s wan, haggard look.
"My Mistress hasn"t been in bed for these two nights past, Miss," said Nurse, interpreting Anne"s thoughts.
Not for two nights? It was absolutely necessary she should have some repose; so Anne set herself to work to accomplish it.
"Why not lie down, Amy, while your boy is asleep?"
"Impossible!" was the firm reply, "I could not."
"But you will wear yourself out, you cannot possibly be of any use while he sleeps. I will sit by him for you, and call you the moment he wakes."
"No, I must be by him when he wakes, I could not bear to think he looked at anyone else first; he has not known me for so long, that my heart is craving for some sign to show that he recognises me."
This was conclusive, and Anne urged no more, but Robert said, "I think Mrs. Hall is right, Amy, in advising you to rest."
"But I cannot leave the room, indeed I cannot."
"There is no occasion for your doing so, you can lie on Hannah"s bed."
Anne expected a fresh expostulation, but no, Amy moved away at once, and did as her husband wished.
"Where can I find a shawl for Amy, Mr. Vavasour?" said Anne, presently, "she will be frozen over there, without some wrap."
He went away, and returned a moment after with one, which he spread over Amy as she lay, but without, to Anne"s astonishment, one loving word or even look.
"Try and sleep," he said, gently, "I will call you in an hour."
She thanked him, and closed her eyes.
But long before the hour had pa.s.sed away, she was at Bertie"s bed-side, with the little head nestled in her bosom, and the soft, thin hand clasped in hers; he was too weak to say much, but he had named her, had recognised her; that was enough, he would not die now, without giving her one loving look. Die? Yes, she felt he would die, so thin and wasted, so hollow his cheeks, so weak, so utterly weak; and then the sorrowing faces of those around, the still graver one, and pitying words of the old doctor. Ah! there was no need to tell her; her boy, her beautiful boy, must die. Oh! the anguish of her heart, surely if a fervent prayer could save him, he would be saved yet.
Anne stole away by and by to her husband, and found him busy unpacking a carpet bag.
"I have been home and back again, Anne," he said, "and made Mary put together the few things she thought you might require. I hope you will find them all right."
"Oh! Tom, I do believe you are the only devoted, kind husband in the whole world; how fortunate it was I married you when I did."
"Why so?" he asked.
"Because I see so many bad specimens of married life, that if I had waited until now, I would not have had you at any price."
"Oh, yes, you would," he said.
"Don"t be so conceited," she replied, "remember you have never been drilled yet."
"I have my wife to be conceited of," he said, fondly; "and now Anne, tell me what news of the child?" She was grave in a moment.
"There is no hope. None whatever. Dr. Bernard gives none."
"And the mother?"
"She is very quiet, very submissive under it all."
"She knows the worst, then?"
"She guesses it, and bears up wonderfully. How it will be by-and-by, when the worst is over, I don"t like, cannot bear to think of; you must come and talk to her then?"
"I?" he said, "no, that will never do; she has her husband."
"He"s a wretch! I have no patience with him. As cold as an icicle."
"My dear Anne," he said, reprovingly.
"Oh! my dear Tom, I am so glad you are not like him," and then she burst out crying, a most unusual thing for her, "and I am so glad now I have no children: it must be dreadful to lose them. After this I will be the most contented little mortal going."
And she went back again to Amy, leaving her husband somewhat surprised, and regretful that he should have consented to have allowed her to remain in a scene evidently too much for her.
Bertie had roused again. "Where"s Missy? I want Missy?" he said, feebly.