At that last word, I popped up to look about the room, and the doctor caught hold of me with ludicrous haste. A pain shot through my body.
"Avast, avast, my hearty," cries he. ""Tis a miracle you can speak, let alone carry your bed and walk for a while yet." And he turned to Dorothy"s mother, whom I beheld smiling at me. "You will give him the physic, ma"am, at the hours I have chosen. Egad, I begin to think we shall come through.
"But pray remember, ma"am, if he talks, you are to put a wad in his mouth."
"He shall have no opportunity to talk, Dr. Barry," said Mrs. Manners.
"Save for a favour I have to ask you, doctor," I cried.
""Od"s bodkins! Already, sir? And what may that be?"
"That you will allow me to see Miss Manners."
He shook with laughter, and then winked at me very roguishly.
"Oh!" says he, "and faith, I should be worse than cruel. First she comes imploring me to see you, and so prettily that a man of oak could not refuse her. And now it is you begging to see her. Had your eyes been opened, sir, you might have had many a glimpse of Miss Dolly these three weeks past."
"What! She has been watching with me?" I asked, in a rapture not to be expressed.
""Od"s, but those are secrets. And the medical profession is close-mouthed, Mr. Carvel. So you want to see her? No," cries he, ""tis not needful to swear it on the Evangels. And I let her come in, will you give me your honour as a gentleman not to speak more than two words to her?"
"I promise anything, and you will not deny me looking at her," said I.
He shook again, all over. "You rascal! You sad dog, sir! No, sir, faith, you must shut your eyes. Eh, madam, must he not shut his eyes?"
"They were playmates, doctor," answers Mrs. Manners. She was laughing a little, too.
"Well, she shall come in. But remember that I shall have my ear to the keyhole, and you go beyond your promise, out she"s whisked. So I caution you not to spend rashly those two words, sir."
And he followed Mrs. Manners out of the room, frowning and shaking his fist at me in mock fierceness. I would have died for the man. For a s.p.a.ce--a prodigious long s.p.a.ce--I lay very still, my heart b.u.mping like a gun-carriage broke loose, and my eyes riveted on the crack of the door. Then I caught the sound of a light footstep, the k.n.o.b turned, and joy poured into my soul with the sweep of a Fundy tide.
"Dorothy!" I cried. "Dorothy!"
She put her finger to her lips.
"There, sir," said she, "now you have spoken them both at once!"
She closed the door softly behind her, and stood looking down upon me with such a wondrous love-light in her eyes as no man may describe.
My fancy had not lifted me within its compa.s.s, my dreams even had not imagined it. And the fire from which it sprang does not burn in humbler souls. So she stood gazing, those lips which once had been the seat of pride now parted in a smile of infinite tenderness. But her head she still held high, and her body straight. Down the front of her dress fell a tucked ap.r.o.n of the whitest linen, and in her hand was a cup of steaming broth.
"You are to take this, Richard," she commanded. And added, with a touch of her old mischief, "Mind, sir, if I hear a sound out of you, I am to disappear like the fairy G.o.dmother."
I knew full well she meant it, and the terror of losing her kept me silent. She put down the cup, placed another pillow behind my head with a marvellous deftness, and then began feeding me in dainty spoonfuls something which was surely nectar. And mine eyes, too, had their feast.
Never before had I seen my lady in this gentle guise, this task of nursing the sick, which her doing raised to a queenly art.
Her face had changed some. Years of trial unknown to me had left an enn.o.bling mark upon her features, increasing their power an hundred fold. And the levity of girlish years was gone. How I burned to question her! But her lips were now tight closed, her glance now and anon seeking mine, and then falling with an exquisite droop to the coverlet. For the old archness, at least, would never be eradicated. Presently, after she had taken the cup and smoothed my pillow, I reached out for her hand. It was a boldness of which I had not believed myself capable; but she did not resist, and even, as I thought, pressed my fingers with her own slender ones, the red of our Maryland holly blushing in her cheeks. And what need of words, indeed! Our thoughts, too, flew coursing hand in hand through primrose paths, and the angels themselves were not to be envied.
A master might picture my happiness, waking and sleeping, through the short winter days that came and went like flashes of gray light. The memory of them is that of a figure tall and lithe, a little more rounded than of yore, and a chiselled face softened by a power that is one of the world"s mysteries. Dorothy had looked the lady in rags, and housewife"s cap and ap.r.o.n became her as well as silks or brocades.
When for any reason she was absent from my side, I moped, to the quiet amus.e.m.e.nt of Mrs. Manners and the more boisterous delight of Aunt Lucy, who took her turn sewing in the window. I was near to forgetting the use of words, until at length, one rare morning when the sun poured in, the jolly doctor dressed my wounds with more despatch than common, and vouchsafed that I might talk awhile that day.
"Oh!" cries he, putting me as ever to confusion, "but I have a guess whom my gentleman will be wishing to talk with. But I"ll warrant, sir, you have said a deal more than I have any notion of without opening your lips."
And he went away, intolerably pleased with his joke.
Alas for the perversity of maiden natures! It was not my dear nurse who brought my broth that morning, but Mrs. Manners herself. She smiled at my fallen face, and took a chair at my bedside.
"Now, my dear boy," she said, "you may ask what questions you choose, and I will tell you very briefly how you have come here."
"I have been thinking, Mrs. Manners," I replied, "that if it were known that you harboured one of John Paul Jones"s officers in London, very serious trouble might follow for you."
I thought her brow clouded a little.
"No one knows of it, Richard, or is likely to. Dr. Barry, like so many in England, is a good Whig and friend to America. And you are in a part of London far removed from Mayfair." She hesitated, and then continued in a voice that strove to be lighter: "This little house is in Charlotte Street, Mary-le-Bone, for the war has made all of us suffer some. And we are more fortunate than many, for we are very comfortable here, and though I say it, happier than in Arlington Street. And the best of our friends are still faithful. Mr. Fox, with all his greatness, has never deserted us, nor my Lord Comyn. Indeed, we owe them much more than I can tell you of now," she said, and sighed. "They are here every day of the world to inquire for you, and it was his Lordship brought you out of Holland."
And so I had reason once more to bless this stanch friend!
"Out of Holland?" I cried.
"Yes. One morning as we sat down to breakfast, Mr. Ripley"s clerk brought in a letter for Dorothy. But I must say first that Mr. Dulany, who is in London, told us that you were with John Paul Jones. You can have no conception, Richard, of the fear and hatred that name has aroused in England. Insurance rates have gone up past belief, and the King"s ships are cruising in every direction after the traitor and pirate, as they call him. We have prayed daily for your safety, and Dorothy--well, here is the letter she received. It had been opened by the inspector, and allowed to pa.s.s. And it is to be kept as a curiosity." She drew it from the pocket of her ap.r.o.n and began to read.
"THE TEXEL, October 3, 1779
"MY DEAR Miss DOROTHY: I would not be thought to flutter y"r Gentle Bosom with Needless Alarms, nor do I believe I have misjudged y"r Warm & Generous Nature when I write you that One who is held very High in y"r Esteem lies Exceeding Ill at this Place, who might by Tender Nursing regain his Health. I seize this Opportunity to say, my dear Lady, that I have ever held my too Brief Acquaintance with you in London as one of the Sacred a.s.sociations of my Life. From the Little I saw of you then I feel Sure that this Appeal will not pa.s.s in Vain. I remain y"r most Humble and Devoted Admirer,
"JAMES ORCHARDSON."
"And she knew it was from Commodore Jones?" I asked, in astonishment.
"My dear," replied Mrs. Manners, with a quiet smile, "we women have a keener instinct than men--though I believe your commodore has a woman"s intuition. Yes, Dorothy knew. And I shall never forget the fright she gave me as she rose from the table and handed me the sheet to read, crying but the one word. She sent off to Brook Street for Lord Comyn, who came at once, and, in half an hour the dear fellow was set out for Dover. He waited for nothing, since war with Holland was looked for at any day. And his Lordship himself will tell you about that rescue.
Within the week he had brought you to us. Your skull had been trepanned, you had this great hole in your thigh, and your heart was beating but slowly. By Mr. Fox"s advice we sent for Dr. Barry, who is a skilled surgeon, and a discreet man despite his manner. And you have been here for better than three weeks, Richard, hanging between life and death."
"And I owe my life to you and to Dorothy," I said.
"To Lord Comyn and Dr. Barry, rather," she replied quickly. "We have done little but keep the life they saved. And I thank G.o.d it was given me to do it for the son of your mother and father."
Something of the debt I owed them was forced upon me.
They were poor, doubtless driven to make ends meet, and yet they had taken me in, called upon near the undivided services of an able surgeon, and worn themselves out with nursing me. Nor did I forget the risk they ran with such a guest. For the first time in many years my heart relented toward Mr. Marmaduke. For their sakes I forgave him over and over what I had suffered, and my treatment of him lay like a weight upon me. And how was I to repay them? They needed the money I had cost them, of that I was sure. After the sums I had expended to aid the commodore with the "Ranger" and the "Bon homme Richard", I had scarce a farthing to my name. With such leaden reflections was I occupied when I heard Mrs. Manners speaking to me.
"Richard, I have some news for you which the doctor thinks you can bear to-day. Mr. Dulany, who is exiled like the rest of us, brought them. It is a great happiness to be able to tell you, my dear, that you are now the master of Carvel Hall, and like to stay so."
The tears stole into her eyes as she spoke. And the enormity of those tidings, coming as they did on the top of my dejection, benumbed me. All they meant was yet far away from my grasp, but the one supreme result that was first up to me brought me near to fainting in my weakness.
"I would not raise your hopes unduly, Richard," the good lady was saying, "but the best informed here seem to think that England cannot push the war much farther. If the Colonies win, you are secure in your t.i.tle."
"But how is it come about, Mrs. Manners?" I demanded, with my first breath.
"You doubtless have heard that before the Declaration was signed at Philadelphia your Uncle Grafton went to the committee at Annapolis and contributed to the patriot cause, and took very promptly the oath of the a.s.sociated Freemen of Maryland, thus forsaking the loyalist party--"