Anne went down stairs, and found Julius alone in the drawing-room.
"I am sorry to disturb you," he said. "I am afraid Geoffrey is ill. The landlady has gone to bed, I am told--and I don"t know where to apply for medical a.s.sistance. Do you know of any doctor in the neighborhood?"
Anne, like Julius, was a perfect stranger to the neighborhood. She suggested making inquiry of the servant. On speaking to the girl, it turned out that she knew of a medical man, living within ten minutes"
walk of the cottage. She could give plain directions enabling any person to find the place--but she was afraid, at that hour of the night and in that lonely neighborhood, to go out by herself.
"Is he seriously ill?" Anne asked.
"He is in such a state of nervous irritability," said Julius, "that he can"t remain still for two moments together in the same place. It began with incessant restlessness while he was reading here. I persuaded him to go to bed. He couldn"t lie still for an instant--he came down again, burning with fever, and more restless than ever. He is out in the garden in spite of every thing I could do to prevent him; trying, as he says, to "run it off." It appears to be serious to _me._. Come and judge for yourself."
He led Anne into the next room; and, opening the shutter, pointed to the garden.
The clouds had cleared off; the night was fine. The clear starlight showed Geoffrey, stripped to his shirt and drawers, running round and round the garden. He apparently believed himself to be contending at the Fulham foot-race. At times, as the white figure circled round and round in the star-light, they heard him cheering for "the South." The slackening thump of his feet on the ground, the heavier and heavier gasps in which he drew his breath, as he pa.s.sed the window, gave warning that his strength was failing him. Exhaustion, if it led to no worse consequences, would force him to return to the house. In the state of his brain at that moment who could say what the result might be, if medical help was not called in?
"I will go for the doctor," said Julius, "if you don"t mind my leaving you."
It was impossible for Anne to set any apprehensions of her own against the plain necessity for summoning a.s.sistance. They found the key of the gate in the pocket of Geoffrey"s coat up stairs. Anne went with Julius to let him out. "How can I thank you!" she said, gratefully. "What should I have done without _you!_"
"I won"t be a moment longer than I can help," he answered, and left her.
She secured the gate again, and went back to the cottage. The servant met her at the door, and proposed calling up Hester Dethridge.
"We don"t know what the master may do while his brother"s away," said the girl. "And one more of us isn"t one too many, when we are only women in the house."
"You are quite right," said Anne. "Wake your mistress."
After ascending the stairs, they looked out into the garden, through the window at the end of the pa.s.sage on the upper floor. He was still going round and round, but very slowly: his pace was fast slackening to a walk.
Anne went back to her room, and waited near the open door--ready to close and fasten it instantly if any thing occurred to alarm her. "How changed I am!" she thought to herself. "Every thing frightens me, now."
The inference was the natural one--but not the true one. The change was not in herself, but in the situation in which she was placed. Her position during the investigation at Lady Lundie"s house had tried her moral courage only. It had exacted from her one of those n.o.ble efforts of self-sacrifice which the hidden forces in a woman"s nature are essentially capable of making. Her position at the cottage tried her physical courage: it called on her to rise superior to the sense of actual bodily danger--while that danger was lurking in the dark. There, the woman"s nature sank under the stress laid on it--there, her courage could strike no root in the strength of her love--there, the animal instincts were the instincts appealed to; and the firmness wanted was the firmness of a man.
Hester Dethridge"s door opened. She walked straight into Anne"s room.
The yellow clay-cold color of her face showed a faint flush of warmth; its deathlike stillness was stirred by a touch of life. The stony eyes, fixed as ever in their gaze, shone strangely with a dim inner l.u.s.tre.
Her gray hair, so neatly arranged at other times, was in disorder under her cap. All her movements were quicker than usual. Something had roused the stagnant vitality in the woman--it was working in her mind; it was forcing itself outward into her face. The servants at Windygates, in past times, had seen these signs, and had known them for a warning to leave Hester Dethridge to herself.
Anne asked her if she had heard what had happened.
She bowed her head.
"I hope you don"t mind being disturbed?"
She wrote on her slate: "I"m glad to be disturbed. I have been dreaming bad dreams. It"s good for me to be wakened, when sleep takes me backward in my life. What"s wrong with you? Frightened?"
"Yes."
She wrote again, and pointed toward the garden with one hand, while she held the slate up with the other: "Frightened of _him?_"
"Terribly frightened."
She wrote for the third time, and offered the slate to Anne with a ghastly smile: "I have been through it all. I know. You"re only at the beginning now. He"ll put the wrinkles in your face, and the gray in your hair. There will come a time when you"ll wish yourself dead and buried.
You will live through it, for all that. Look at Me."
As she read the last three words, Anne heard the garden door below opened and banged to again. She caught Hester Dethridge by the arm, and listened. The tramp of Geoffrey"s feet, staggering heavily in the pa.s.sage, gave token of his approach to the stairs. He was talking to himself, still possessed by the delusion that he was at the foot-race.
"Five to four on Delamayn. Delamayn"s won. Three cheers for the South, and one cheer more. Devilish long race. Night already! Perry! where"s Perry?"
He advanced, staggering from side to side of the pa.s.sage. The stairs below creaked as he set his foot on them. Hester Dethridge dragged herself free from Anne, advanced, with her candle in her hand, and threw open Geoffrey"s bedroom door; returned to the head of the stairs; and stood there, firm as a rock, waiting for him. He looked up, as he set his foot on the next stair, and met the view of Hester"s face, brightly illuminated by the candle, looking down at him. On the instant he stopped, rooted to the place on which he stood. "Ghost! witch! devil!"
he cried out, "take your eyes off me!" He shook his fist at her furiously, with an oath--sprang back into the hall--and shut himself into the dining-room from the sight of her. The panic which had seized him once already in the kitchen-garden at Windygates, under the eyes of the dumb cook, had fastened its hold on him once more.
Frightened--absolutely frightened--of Hester Dethridge!
The gate bell rang. Julius had returned with the doctor.
Anne gave the key to the girl to let them in. Hester wrote on her slate, as composedly as if nothing had happened: "They"ll find me in the kitchen, if they want me. I sha"n"t go back to my bedroom. My bedroom"s full of bad dreams." She descended the stairs. Anne waited in the upper pa.s.sage, looking over into the hall below. "Your brother is in the drawing-room," she called down to Julius. "The landlady is in the kitchen, if you want her." She returned to her room, and waited for what might happen next.
After a brief interval she heard the drawing-room door open, and the voices of the men out side. There seemed to be some difficulty in persuading Geoffrey to ascend the stairs; he persisted in declaring that Hester Dethridge was waiting for him at the top of them. After a little they persuaded him that the way was free. Anne heard them ascend the stairs and close his bedroom door.
Another and a longer interval pa.s.sed before the door opened again.
The doctor was going away. He said his parting words to Julius in the pa.s.sage. "Look in at him from time to time through the night, and give him another dose of the sedative mixture if he wakes. There is nothing to b e alarmed about in the restlessness and the fever. They are only the outward manifestations of some serious mischief hidden under them.
Send for the medical man who has last attended him. Knowledge of the patient"s const.i.tution is very important knowledge in this case."
As Julius returned from letting the doctor out, Anne met him in the hall. She was at once struck by the worn look in his face, and by the fatigue which expressed itself in all his movements.
"You want rest," she said. "Pray go to your room. I have heard what the doctor said to you. Leave it to the landlady and to me to sit up."
Julius owned that he had been traveling from Scotland during the previous night. But he was unwilling to abandon the responsibility of watching his brother. "You are not strong enough, I am sure, to take my place," he said, kindly. "And Geoffrey has some unreasoning horror of the landlady which makes it very undesirable that he should see her again, in his present state. I will go up to my room, and rest on the bed. If you hear any thing you have only to come and call me."
An hour more pa.s.sed.
Anne went to Geoffrey"s door and listened. He was stirring in his bed, and muttering to himself. She went on to the door of the next room, which Julius had left partly open. Fatigue had overpowered him; she heard, within, the quiet breathing of a man in a sound sleep. Anne turned back again resolved not to disturb him.
At the head of the stairs she hesitated--not knowing what to do. Her horror of entering Geoffrey"s room, by herself, was insurmountable.
But who else was to do it? The girl had gone to bed. The reason which Julius had given for not employing the a.s.sistance of Hester Dethridge was unanswerable. She listened again at Geoffrey"s door. No sound was now audible in the room to a person in the pa.s.sage outside. Would it be well to look in, and make sure that he had only fallen asleep again?
She hesitated once more--she was still hesitating, when Hester Dethridge appeared from the kitchen.
She joined Anne at the top of the stairs--looked at her--and wrote a line on her slate: "Frightened to go in? Leave it to Me."
The silence in the room justified the inference that he was asleep.
If Hester looked in, Hester could do no harm now. Anne accepted the proposal.
"If you find any thing wrong," she said, "don"t disturb his brother.
Come to me first."
With that caution she withdrew. It was then nearly two in the morning.
She, like Julius, was sinking from fatigue. After waiting a little, and hearing nothing, she threw herself on the sofa in her room. If any thing happened, a knock at the door would rouse her instantly.
In the mean while Hester Dethridge opened Geoffrey"s bedroom door and went in.