Her lawyer protested unavailingly at Hugo"s perpetual demands (of course, backed up by Fay) for more and more capital that he might "re-invest" it. Fay"s letters grew shorter and balder and more constrained. At last, quite suddenly, came the imperative summons to go out at once to be with Fay when the new baby should arrive.
And now after three weeks in Bombay Jan felt that she had never known any other life, that she never would know any other life than this curious dream-like existence, this silent, hopeless waiting for something as afflicting as it was inevitable.
There had been a great fire in the cotton green towards Colaba. It had blazed all night, and, in spite of the efforts of the Bombay firemen and their engines, was still blazing at six o"clock the following evening.
Peter took Jan in his car out to see it. There was an immense crowd, so they left the car on its outskirts and plunged into the throng on foot.
On either side of the road were tall, flimsy houses with a wooden staircase outside; those curious tenements so characteristic of the poorer parts of Bombay, and in such marked contrast to the "Fort," the European quarter of the town. They were occupied chiefly by Eurasians and very poor Europeans. That the road was a sea of mud, varied by quite deep pools of water, seemed the only possible reason why such houses were not also burning.
Jan splashed bravely through the mud, interested and excited by the people and the leaping flames so dangerously near. It was growing dusk; the air was full of the acrid smell of burnt cotton, and the red glow from the sky was reflected on the grave brown faces watching the fire.
Any crowd in Bombay is always extremely varied, and Jan almost forgot her anxieties in her enjoyment of the picturesque scene.
"I don"t think the people ought to be allowed to throng on the top of that staircase," Peter said suddenly. "They aren"t built to hold a number at once; there"ll be an accident," and he left her side for a moment to speak to an inspector of police.
Jan looked up at a tall house on her left, where sightseers were collecting on the staircase to get a better view. Every window was crowded with gazers, all but one. From one, quite at the top, a solitary watcher looked out.
There was a sudden shout from the crowd below, a redder glow as more piled cotton fell into the general furnace and blazed up, and in that moment Jan saw that the solitary watcher was Hugo Tancred, and that he recognised her. She gave a little gasp of horror, which Peter heard as he joined her again. "What is it?" he said. "What has frightened you?"
Jan pointed upwards. "I"ve just seen Hugo," she whispered. "There, in one of those windows--the empty one. Oh, what can he be doing in those dreadful houses, and why is he in Bombay all this time and never a word to Fay?"
Jan was trembling. Peter put his hand under her arm and walked on with her.
"I knew he was in Bombay," he said, "but I didn"t think the poor devil was reduced to this."
"What is to be done?" Jan exclaimed. "If he comes and worries Fay for money now, it will kill her. She thinks he is safely out of India. What _is_ to be done?"
"Nothing," said Peter. "He"ll go the very minute he can, and you may be sure he"ll raise the wind somehow. He"s got all sorts of queer irons in the fire. He daren"t appear at the flat, or some of his creditors would cop him for debt--it"s watched day and night, I know. Just let it alone.
I"d no idea he was hiding in this region or I wouldn"t have brought you.
We all want him to get clear. He might file his pet.i.tion, but it would only rake up all the old scandals, and they know pretty well there"s nothing to be got out of him."
"He looked so dreadful, so savage and miserable," Jan said with a half-sob.
"Well--naturally," said Peter. "You"d feel savage and miserable if you were in his shoes."
"But oughtn"t I to help him? Send him money, I mean."
"Not one single anna. It"ll take you all your time to get his family home and keep them when you get there. Have you seen enough? Shall we go back?"
"You don"t think he"ll molest Fay?"
"I"m certain of it."
"Please take me home. I shall never feel it safe to leave Fay again for a minute."
"That"s nonsense, you know," said Peter.
"It"s what I feel," said Jan.
It was that night Tony"s extempore prayer was echoed so earnestly by his aunt.
CHAPTER VII
THE HUMAN TOUCH
Three days later Jan got a note from Peter telling her that Hugo Tancred had left Bombay and was probably leaving India at once from one of the smaller ports.
He had not attempted to communicate in person or by letter with either Jan or his wife.
Early in the morning, just a week from the time Jan had seen Hugo Tancred at the window of that tall house near the cotton green, Fay"s third child, a girl, was still-born; and Fay, herself, never recovered consciousness all day. A most competent nurse had been in the house nearly a week, the doctor had done all that human skill could do, but Fay continued to sink rapidly.
About midnight the nurse, who had been standing by the bed with her finger on Fay"s pulse, moved suddenly and gently laid down the weak hand she had been holding. She looked warningly across at Jan, who knelt at the other side, her eyes fixed on the pale, beautiful face that looked so wonderfully young and peaceful.
Suddenly Fay opened her eyes and smiled. She looked right past Jan, exclaiming joyfully, "There you are at last, Daddie, and it"s broad daylight."
For Jan it was still the middle of the Indian night and very dark indeed.
The servants were all asleep; the little motherless children safely wrapped in happy unconsciousness in their nursery with Ayah.
The last sad offices had been done for Fay, and the nurse, tired out, was also sleeping--on Jan"s bed.
Jan, alone of all the household, kept watch, standing in the verandah, a ghostly figure, still in the tumbled white muslin frock she had had no time all day to change.
It was nearly one o"clock. Motors and carriages were beginning to come back from Government House, where there was a reception. The motor-horns and horses" hoofs sounded loud in the wide silent street, and the head lights swept down the Queen"s Road like fireflies in flight.
Jan turned on the light in the verandah. Peter would perhaps look up and see her standing there, and realise why she kept watch. Perhaps he would stop and come up.
She wanted Peter desperately.
Compa.s.sed about with many relatives and innumerable friends at home, out here Jan was singularly alone. In all that great city she knew no one save Peter, the doctor and the nurse. Some few women, knowing all the circ.u.mstances, had called and were ready to be kind and helpful and friendly, as women are all over India, but Fay would admit none but Peter--even to see Jan; and always begged her not to return the calls "till it was all over."
Well, it was all over now. Fay would never be timid and ashamed any more.
Jan had not shed a tear. The longing to cry that had a.s.sailed her so continuously in her first week had entirely left her. She felt clear-headed and cold and bitterly resentful. She would like to have made Hugo Tancred go in front of her into that quiet room and forced him to look at the girlish figure on the bed--his handiwork. She wanted to hurt him, to make him more wretched than he was already.
A car stopped in the street below. Jan went very quietly to the door of the flat and listened at the top of the staircase.
Steps were on the stairs, but they stopped at one of the flats below.
Presently another car stopped. Again she went out and listened. The steps came up and up and she switched on the light in the pa.s.sage.
This time it was Peter.
He looked very tired.