Still supporting him against her breast, Laura raised her eyes heavenwards. The sister, little used to seeing men die without comfort of Holy Church, knelt down by the table. Then Laura"s soft voice was heard in the quiet chamber.
"Almighty G.o.d, I beseech Thee to receive the soul of this pure and true-hearted man amongst the spotless ones that are with Thee, to forgive all his sins, if any are yet unforgiven, and to render to him in heavenly joy all the happiness he has brought her who loves him on earth, through our Lord Jesus Christ, Amen."
She ceased, forcing back the tears. He moved his head a little and kissed the hand that supported him. A long silence followed.
"I thought Ghisleri came to the door with you and went out again," he said very feebly.
"Would you like to see him, darling?"
"Yes. He is a dear friend--better in every way than any one knows."
At a word from Laura the sister rose and called Pietro. He was waiting in the pa.s.sage. He came to the bedside and stood opposite to Laura, bending down and pressing Arden"s wasted hand; he was very pale.
"Ghisleri--dear old friend--good-bye--I am going. Take care of her--you and Harry--" He gasped for breath.
"So help me G.o.d, I will do my best," answered Pietro, solemnly.
Arden gave him one grateful look. Then with a last effort he drew Laura"s face to his and kissed her once more.
"Love--love--love--"
The light went out in his eyes and Herbert Arden was dead, dying as he had lived of late, and perhaps all his life, unselfish in every thought and deed.
With a cry that seemed to break her heart, Laura fell forward upon the shadowy form that seemed so unnaturally small as it lay there under the white coverlet. Ghisleri knelt in silence a few minutes beside his dead friend, and then rose to his feet.
"She has fainted," said the sister softly. "If you could lift her with me--"
But Ghisleri needed no help as he lifted the unconscious woman in his arms and carried her swiftly from the room. He laid her upon the very sofa on which he had seen her fall asleep on the previous night, and rang for Donald as he had then done.
"His lordship is dead," he said in a low voice, as the Scotchman entered. "Her ladyship has fainted. Please send me her maid."
Donald turned very white and left the room without a word. When Laura came to herself the women were with her and Ghisleri was gone. With an experienced man"s coolness he gave all necessary orders, and foresaw details which no one else would have remembered. Then he went back to the chamber of death. No strange, unloving hands should touch the frail body of the man he had known so well. Pietro Ghisleri, who, as the world said, "never cared," was oddly sensitive at times. On that memorable night he would let no one help him in performing the last offices for Herbert Arden. When Laura next saw her husband, the calm and beautiful face lay on its snowy pillow surrounded with ma.s.ses of white flowers.
That was at daybreak.
Late on the following night Ghisleri followed the men who bore the heavy burden down the stairs. A quiet-looking woman of middle age met them and crossed herself as she waited for them to pa.s.s her on the landing. She came to take care of Herbert Arden"s son.
CHAPTER XI.
The season had begun, but Pietro Ghisleri had little heart for going into the world. Apart from the very sad scenes of which he had been a witness so recently, he really mourned the loss of his friend with a sincerity for which few would have given him credit. It would, of course, have been an exaggeration to act as though Arden had been his brother and to cast himself off from society for several months; but during a fortnight after he had laid Lord Herbert in the Protestant Cemetery at Monte Testaccio, he was seen nowhere. He went, indeed, to the house of the Contessa dell" Armi, but he made his visits at hours when no one else was received, as everybody knew, and he consequently saw none of his acquaintances except in the street. Twice daily at first, and then once, he went to the door of the Tempietto and sent up for news of Laura and the child. Strange to say, after the first three or four days the news became uniformly good. Ghisleri learned that the little boy had come into the world sound and strong at all points, without the slightest apparent tendency to inherit his father"s physical defects which, indeed, had been wholly the result of accident. The Princess of Gerano who, by Laura"s express wish, had been kept in ignorance of Arden"s illness on the first day and had not learned that he was seriously ill until he was actually dead, had now established herself permanently at the Tempietto, and her presence doubtless did much towards hastening her daughter"s recovery. It was wonderful that Laura should have escaped the fever, still more so that she should rally so rapidly from a series of shocks which might have ruined an ordinary const.i.tution; but Laura was very strong.
The Princess told Ghisleri that the child seemed to have taken Herbert"s place. He was to be called Herbert too, and the other dearly loved one who had borne the name was never spoken of. No one would ever know what Laura felt, but those who knew her well guessed at the depth of a sorrow beyond words or outward signs of grief. In the meanwhile life revived in her and she began to live for her child, as she had lived for her husband, loving the baby boy with a twofold love, for himself and for his father"s sake.
Ghisleri had written to the Marquess of Lulworth, Arden"s brother, but a letter from him to Arden himself arrived on the day after the latter"s death, telling him that Lord and Lady Lulworth were just starting to go round the world in their yacht. The Lulworths were people whose movements it was impossible to foretell, and after sending a number of telegrams to ports they were likely to touch at, Ghisleri abandoned all hope of hearing from them for a long time.
Meanwhile, he ascertained that Laura was likely to be hampered for ready money. Her mother"s private resources were very slender, and Laura was far too proud to accept any a.s.sistance from Adele Savelli"s father. She could not dispose, as a matter of fact, of anything which her husband had left her except the actual ready money which happened to be in the house; for she could not even draw upon his letters of credit until the will was proved and the legal formalities all carried out. It was natural, too, that at such a time she should neither be aware of her position nor give a thought to such a trivial matter as household expenses.
One morning Donald came to Ghisleri"s rooms in considerable distress, to ask advice of his master"s old friend. He would not disturb Lady Herbert, he said, and he was ashamed to tell the Princess that there was no money in the house. Ghisleri"s first impulse was to give him all the cash he had; but he reflected that in the first place the sum might not be sufficient, for Donald, in a rather broken voice, had referred to "the necessary expenses when his lordship died," and which must now be met: and secondly, Pietro felt that when Laura came to know the truth she would not like to find herself under a serious obligation to him.
"Donald," he said, after a few moments" reflection, "it is none of my business, but you have been a long time with Lord Herbert, and you are a Scotchman, and the Scotch are said to be careful; have you saved a little money?"
"Well, yes sir," answered Donald; "since you ask me, I may say that I have saved a trifle. And I am sure, sir, it would be most heartily at her ladyship"s disposal if I could go home and get it."
"You need not go for it, Donald. I will lend you the equivalent, in our money, of a couple of hundred pounds. You can then pay everything, and when the law business is finished and you come to settle with her ladyship, you can say that you advanced the sum yourself. That will be quite true, because I lend it to you, personally, as money for your use, and when you get it back you will pay it to me. Do you see?"
"Yes, sir; it is a good way, too. But if you will excuse me, sir, you might very well lend the money to her ladyship"s self without pretending anything."
"No, Donald, I would rather not. Do you understand? Lady Herbert would much rather borrow from you than from a stranger."
"A stranger, sir! Well, well, if his poor lordship could hear you call yourself a stranger, sir!"
"One who is no relation. She might feel uncomfortable about it, just as you would rather come to me than go to the Princess of Gerano."
"Yes, sir. When you put it in that way. I see it."
So Ghisleri took Donald with him to a banker"s and drew upon his slender resources for five thousand francs, which he gave to the Scotchman in notes. It had seemed to him the simplest way of providing for Laura"s immediate necessities, while keeping her in ignorance of the fact that any necessity at all really existed. The sensation of helping her with money was an odd one, he confessed to himself, as he sent Donald home and walked idly away in the opposite direction through the crowded streets.
As he strolled down the Corso thinking of Laura"s position, he came suddenly upon Donna Adele Savelli, alone and on foot. Even through the veil she wore he could see that she was very much changed. She had grown thin and pale, and her manner was unaccountably nervous when she stopped and spoke to him.
"Have you been ill?" he inquired, scrutinising her face.
"No, not ill," she answered, looking restlessly to the right and left of him and avoiding his eyes. "I cannot tell what is the matter with me. I cannot sleep of late--perhaps it is that. My husband says it is nothing, of course. I would give anything to go away for a month or two."
"You, who are so fond of society! Just at the beginning of the season, too! How odd. But you should be careful of yourself if you are losing your sleep. Insomnia is a dangerous disease. Take sulphonal in small doses. It does real good, and it never becomes a habit, as chloral does."
"Sulphonal? I never heard of it. Is it really good? Will you write it down for me?"
Ghisleri took one of his cards and wrote the word in pencil.
"Any good chemist will tell you how much to take. Even in great quant.i.ties it is not dangerous."
"Thanks."
Donna Adele left him rather abruptly, taking the card with her and holding it in her hand, evidently intending to make use of it at once.
Ghisleri had good cause for not liking her and wondered inwardly why he had suggested a means of alleviating her sufferings. It would have been much better to let her bear them, he thought. Then he laughed at himself--any doctor would have told her what to take and would probably have given her a store of good advice besides.
Nearly a month had pa.s.sed when Ghisleri was at last admitted to see Laura. He found her lying upon the same sofa on which she had slept a few hours during the memorable night before her husband died. She was even thinner now, he thought, and her eyes seemed to be set deeper than ever, while her face was almost transparent in its pallor. But the look was different--it was that of a person growing stronger rather than of one breaking down under a heavy strain. She held out her hand to him and looked up with a faint smile as he came to her side. The greeting was not a very cordial one, and Ghisleri felt a slight shock as he realised the fact.
She could not help it. As Herbert Arden breathed his last, the old sense of vague, uneasy dislike for Pietro returned almost with the cry she uttered when she lost consciousness. It was quite beyond her control, although it had been wholly forgotten during those hours of suffering and joint nursing which preceded her husband"s death. Ghisleri was quite conscious of it, and was inwardly hurt. It was hard, too, to talk of indifferent subjects, as he felt that he must, carefully avoiding any allusion to the time when they had last been together.
"How do you pa.s.s the time?" he asked, after a few words of commonplace greeting and inquiry. "It must be very tiresome for you, I should think."
"I never was so busy in my life," Laura answered. "You have no idea what it is to take care of a baby!"
"No," said Ghisleri, with a smile, "I have no idea. But your mother tells me he is a splendid child."