"My dear, you couldn"t have done anything," she said. "It is just the weakness before the end, and we can do nothing to avert it. What about her mother? Can she come?"
Avery shook her head in despair. "Not for a week."
"Ah!" the nurse said; and that was all. But Avery knew in that moment that only a few hours more remained ere little Jeanie Lorimer pa.s.sed through the Open Gates.
She would not go to bed that night though the child lay wholly unconscious of her. She knew that she could not sleep.
She did not see Piers again till late. The nurse slipped down to tell him of Jeanie"s condition, and he came up, white and sternly composed, and stood for many minutes watching the slender, quick-breathing figure that lay propped among pillows, close to the open window.
Avery could not look at his face during those minutes; she dared not. But when he turned away at length he bent and spoke to her.
"Are you going to stay here?"
"Yes," she whispered.
He made no attempt to dissuade her. All he said was, "May I wait in your room? I shall be within call there."
"Of course," she answered.
"And you will call me if there is any change?"
"Of course," she said again.
He nodded briefly and left her.
Then began the long, long night-watch. It was raining, and the night was very dark. The slow, deep roar of the sea rose solemnly and filled the quiet room. The tide was coming in. They could hear the water shoaling along the beach.
How often Avery had listened to it and loved the sound! To-night it filled her soul with awe, as the Voice of Many Waters.
Slowly the night wore on, and ever that sound increased in volume, swelling, intensifying, like the coming of a mighty host as yet far off.
The rain pattered awhile and ceased. The sea-breeze blew in, salt and pure. It stirred the brown tendrils of hair on Jeanie"s forehead, and eddied softly through the room.
The nurse sat working beside a hooded lamp that threw her grave, strong face into high relief, but only accentuated the shadows in the rest of the room. Avery sat close to the bed, not praying, scarcely thinking, waiting only for the opening of the Gates. And in that hour she longed,--oh, how pa.s.sionately!--that when they opened she also might be permitted to pa.s.s through.
It was in the darkest hour of the night that the tide began to turn. She looked almost instinctively for a change but none came. Jeanie stirred not, save when the nurse stooped over her to give her nourishment, and each time she took less and less.
The tide receded. The night began to pa.s.s. There came a faint greyness before the window. The breeze freshened.
And very suddenly the breathing to which Avery had listened all the night paused, ceased for a second or two, then broke into the sharp sigh of one awaking from sleep.
She rose quickly, and the nurse looked up. Jeanie"s eyes dark, unearthly, unafraid, were opened wide.
She gazed at Avery for a moment as if slightly puzzled. Then, in a faint whisper: "Has Piers said good-night?" she asked.
"No, darling. But he is waiting to. I will call him," Avery said.
"Quickly!" whispered the nurse, as she pa.s.sed her.
Swiftly, noiselessly, Avery went to her own room. But some premonition of her coming must have reached him; for he met her on the threshold.
His eyes questioned hers for a moment, and then together they turned back to Jeanie"s room. No words pa.s.sed between them. None were needed.
Jeanie"s face was turned towards the door. Her eyes looked beyond Avery and smiled a welcome to Piers. He came to her, knelt beside her.
"Dear Sir Galahad!" she said.
He shook his head. "No, Jeanie, no!"
She was panting. He slipped his arm under the pillow to support her. She turned her face to his.
"Oh, Piers," she breathed, "I do--so--want you--to be happy."
"I am happy, sweetheart," he said.
But Jeanie"s vision was stronger in that moment than it had ever been before, and she was not deceived. "You are not happy, dear Piers," she said. "Avery is not happy either."
Piers turned slightly. "Come here, Avery!" he said.
The old imperious note was in his voice, yet with a difference. He stretched his free hand up to her, drawing her down to his side, and as she knelt also he pa.s.sed his arm about her, pressing her to him.
Jeanie"s eyes were upon them both, dying eyes that shone with a mystic glory. They saw the steadfast resolution in Piers" face as he held his wife against his heart. They saw the quivering hesitation with which she yielded.
"You"re not happy--yet," she whispered. "But you will be happy."
Thereafter she seemed to slip away from them for a s.p.a.ce, losing touch as it were, yet still not beyond their reach. Once or twice she seemed to be trying to pray, but they could not catch her words.
The dawn-light grew stronger before the window. The sound of the waves had sunk to a low murmuring. From where she knelt Avery could see the far, dim line of sea. Piers" arm was still about her. She felt as though they two were kneeling apart before an Altar invisible, waiting to receive a blessing.
Jeanie"s breathing was growing less hurried. She seemed already beyond all earthly suffering. Yet her eyes also watched that far dim sky-line as though they waited for a sign.
Slowly the light deepened, the shadows began to lift. Piers" eyes were fixed unswervingly upon the child"s quiet face. The light of the coming Dawn was reflected there. The great Change was very near at hand.
Far away to the left there grew and spread a wondrous brightness. The sky seemed to recede, turned from grey to misty blue. A veil of cloud that had hidden the stars all through the night dissolved softly into shreds of gold, and across the sea with a diamond splendour there shot the first great ray of sunlight.
It was then that Jeanie seemed to awake, to rise as it were from the depths of reverie. Her eyes widened, grew intense; then suddenly they smiled.
She sought to raise herself, and never knew that it was by Piers"
strength alone that she was lifted. She gave a gasp that was almost a cry, but it was gladness not pain that it expressed.
For a few panting moments she gazed out as one rapt in delight, gazing from a mountain-peak upon a wider view than earthly eyes could compa.s.s.
Then eagerly she turned to Piers. "I saw Heaven opened ..." she said, and in her low voice there throbbed a rapture that could not be uttered in words.
She would have said more, but something stopped her. She made a gesture as though she would clasp him round the neck, failed, and sank down in his arms.
He held her closely to him, and so holding her, felt the last quivering breath slip from the little tired body....