She shuddered, and, covering her face with her hands, leaned half fainting against her conductor; but soon she shook this off, and became inspired with strange energy, though her face was like marble.
She drew him, indeed almost dragged him, hither and thither, questioning him, and listening to everybody"s conjectures; for there were loud groups here of work-people and towns-people.
Some thought he was buried under the great chimney in the river, others intimated plainly their fear that he was blown to atoms.
At each suggestion Grace Carden"s whole body winced and quivered as if the words were sword cuts, but she would not be persuaded to retire.
"No, no," she cried, "amongst so many, some one will guess right. I"ll hear all they think, if I die on the spot: die! What is life to me now? Ah! what is that woman saying?" And she hurried Ransome toward a work-woman who was haranguing several of her comrades.
The woman saw Ransome coming toward her with a strange lady.
"Ah!" said she, "here"s the constable. Mr. Ransome, will ye tell me where you found the la.s.s, yesternight?"
"She was lying on that heap of bricks: I marked the place with two pieces of chalk; ay, here they are; her head lay here, and her feet here."
"Well, then," said the woman, "he will not be far from that place. You clear away those bricks and rubbish, and you will find him underneath.
She was his sweetheart, that is well known here; and he was safe to be beside her when the place was blown up."
"No such thing," said Ransome, angrily, and casting a side-look at Grace. "She lay on the second floor, and Mr. Little on the first floor."
"Thou simple body," said the woman. "What"s a stair to a young man when a bonny la.s.s lies awaiting him, and not a soul about? They were a deal too close together all day, to be distant at night."
A murmur of a.s.sent burst at once from all the women.
Grace"s body winced and quivered, but her marble face never stirred, nor did her lips utter a sound.
"Come away from their scandalous tongues," said Ransome, eagerly.
"No," said Grace; and such a "No." It was like a statue uttering a chip of its own marble.
Then she stood quivering a moment; then, leaving Ransome"s arm, she darted up to the place where Jael Dence had been found.
She stood like a bird on the broken masonry, and opened her beautiful eyes in a strange way, and demanded of all her senses whether the body of him she loved lay beneath her feet.
After a minute, during which every eye was riveted on her, she said, "I don"t believe it; I don"t feel him near me. But I will know."
She took out her purse full of gold, and held it up to the women. "This for you, if you will help me." Then, kneeling down, she began to tear up the bricks and throw them, one after another, as far as her strength permitted. The effect on the work-women was electrical: they swarmed on the broken masonry, and began to clear it away brick by brick. They worked with sympathetic fury, led by this fair creature, whose white hands were soon soiled and b.l.o.o.d.y, but never tired. In less than an hour they had cleared away several wagon-loads of debris.
The body of Henry Little was not there.
Grace gave her purse to the women, and leaned heavily on Mr. Ransome"s arm again. He supported her out of the works.
As soon as they were alone, she said, "Is Jael Dence alive or dead?"
"She was alive half an hour ago."
"Where is she?"
"At the hospital."
"Take me to the hospital."
He took her to the hospital, and soon they stood beside a clean little bed, in which lay the white but still comely face of Jael Dence: her luxuriant hair was cut close, and her head bandaged; but for her majestic form, she looked a fair, dying boy.
"Stand back," said Grace, "and let me speak to her." Then she leaned over Jael, where she lay.
Gentle women are not all gentleness. Watch them, especially in contact with their own s.e.x, and you shall see now and then a trait of the wild animal. Grace Carden at this moment was any thing but dove-like; it was more like a falcon the way she clutched the bedclothes, and towered over that prostrate figure, and then, descending slowly nearer and nearer, plunged her eyes into those fixed and staring orbs of Jael Dence.
So she remained riveted. Had Jael been conscious, and culpable, nothing could have escaped a scrutiny so penetrating.
Even unconscious as she was, Jael"s brain and body began to show some signs they were not quite impervious to the strange magnetic power which besieged them so closely. When Grace"s eyes had been close to hers about a minute, Jael Dence moved her head slightly to the left, as if those eyes scorched her.
But Grace moved her own head to the right, rapid as a snake, and fixed her again directly.
Jael Dence"s bosom gave a heave.
"Where--is--Henry Little?" said Grace, still holding her tight by the eye, and speaking very slowly, and in such a tone, low, but solemn and commanding; a tone that compelled reply.
"Where--is--Henry Little?"
When this was so repeated, Jael moved a little, and her lips began to quiver.
"Where--is--Henry Little?"
Jael"s lips opened feebly, and some inarticulate sounds issued from them.
"Where--is--Henry Little?"
Jael Dence, though unconscious, writhed and moaned so that the head nurse interfered, and said she could not have the patient tormented.
Ransome waved her aside, but taking Grace Carden"s hand drew her gently away.
She made no positive resistance; but, while her body yielded and retired, her eye remained riveted on Jael Dence, and her hand clutched the air like a hawk"s talons, unwilling to lose her prey, and then she turned so weak, Ransome had to support her to her carriage.
As Grace"s head sunk on Ransome"s shoulder, Jael Dence"s eyes closed for the first time.
As Ransome was lifting Grace Carden into the carriage, she said, in a sort of sleepy voice, "Is there no way out of these works but one?"
"Not that I know of; but I will go at once and see. Shall he drive you home?"
"Yes. No--to Dr. Amboyne."
Dr. Amboyne was gone to Woodbine Villa.
She waited in his study, moving about the room all the time, with her face of marble, and her poor restless hands.
At last the doctor returned: they told him at the door Miss Carden was there; he came in to her with both hands extended, and his face working with emotion.
She fell sobbing into his arms; sobbing, but not a tear.