"Just imagine, only a few minutes" pain, and even of that you will scarcely be conscious. Before you know what is doing it will be done."
Mercy clung closer to her child, and kissed it again and yet more fervently.
The doctors turned to each other. "Strange vanity!" muttered the one who had not spoken before. "Her eyes are useless, and yet she is afraid she may lose them."
Mercy"s quick ears caught the whispered words. "It is not that," she said, pa.s.sionately.
"No, gentlemen," said Greta, "you have mistaken her thought. Tell her she runs no danger of her life."
The doctors smiled and laughed a little. "Oh, that"s it, eh? Well, we can tell her that with certainty."
Then there was another interchange of half-amused glances.
"Ah, we that be men, sirs, don"t know the depth and tenderness of a mother"s heart," said old Matthew. And Mercy turned toward him a face that was full of grat.i.tude. Greta took the child out of her arms and hushed it to sleep in another room. Then she brought it back and put it in its cradle that stood in the ingle.
"Come, Mercy," she said, "for the sake of your boy." And Mercy permitted herself to be led from the kitchen.
"So there will be no danger," she said. "I shall not leave my boy. Who said that? The doctor? Oh, good gracious, it"s nothing. Only think, I shall live to see him grow to be a great lad."
Her whole face was now radiant.
"It will be nothing. Oh, no, it will be nothing. How silly it was to think that he would live on, and grow up, and be a man, and I lie cold in the churchyard--and me his mother! That was very childish, wasn"t it?
But, then, I have been so childish since Ralphie came."
"There, lie and be quiet, and it will soon be over," said Greta.
"Let me kiss him first. Do let me kiss him! Only once. You know it"s a great risk after all. And if he grew up--and I wasn"t here--if--if--"
"There, dear Mercy, you must not cry again. It inflames your eyes, and that can"t be good for the doctors."
"No, no, I won"t cry. You are very good; everybody is very good. Only let me kiss my little Ralphie--just for the last."
Greta led her back to the side of the cot, and she spread herself over it with outstretched arms, as the mother-bird poises with outstretched wings over her brood. Then she rose, and her face was peaceful and resigned.
The Laird Fisher sat down before the kitchen fire, with one arm on the cradle head. Parson Christian stood beside him. The old charcoal-burner wept in silence, and the good Parson"s voice was too thick for the words of comfort that rose to his lips.
The doctors followed into the bedroom. Mercy was lying tranquilly on her bed. Her countenance was without expression. She was busy with her own thoughts. Greta stood by the bedside; anxiety was written in every line of her beautiful, brave face.
"We must give her the gas," said one of the doctors, addressing the other.
Mercy"s features twitched.
"Who said that?" she asked nervously.
"My child, you must be quiet," said the doctor in a tone of authority.
"Yes, I will be quiet, very quiet; only don"t make me unconscious," she said. "Never mind me; I will not cry. No; if you hurt me I will not cry out. I will not stir. I will do everything you ask. And you shall say how quiet I have been. Only don"t let me be insensible."
The doctors consulted together aside, and in whispers.
"Who spoke about the gas? It wasn"t you, Mrs. Ritson, was it?"
"You must do as the doctors wish, dear," said Greta in a caressing voice.
"Oh, I will be very good. I will do every little thing. Yes, and I will be so brave. I am a little childish sometimes, but I _can_ be brave, can"t I?"
The doctors returned to the bedside.
"Very well, we will not use the gas," said one. "You are a brave little woman, after all. There, be still--very still."
One of the doctors was tearing linen into strips for bandages, while the other fixed Mercy"s head to suit the light.
There was a faint sound from the kitchen. "Wait," said Mercy. "That is father--he"s crying. Tell him not to cry. Say it"s nothing."
She laughed a weak little laugh.
"There, he will hear that; go and say it was I who laughed."
Greta left the room on tiptoe. Old Matthew was still sitting over a dying fire, gently rocking the sleeping child.
When Greta returned to the bedroom, Mercy called her, and said, very softly, "Let me hold your hand, Greta--may I say Greta?--there," and her fingers closed on Greta"s with a convulsive grasp.
The operation began. Mercy held her breath. She had the stubborn north-country blood in her. Once only a sigh escaped. There was a dead silence.
In two or three minutes the doctor said, "Just another minute, and all will be over."
At the next instant Greta felt her hand held with a grasp of iron.
"Doctor, doctor, I can see you," cried Mercy, and her words came in gusts.
"Be quiet," said the doctor in a stern voice. In half a minute more the linen bandages were being wrapped tightly over Mercy"s eyes.
"Doctor, dear doctor, let me see my boy!" cried Mercy.
"Be quiet, I say," said the doctor again.
"Dear doctor, my dear doctor, only one peep--one little peep. I saw your face--let me see my Ralphie"s."
"Not yet, it is not safe."
"But only for a moment. Don"t put the bandage on for one moment. Just think, doctor, I have never seen my boy; I"ve seen other people"s children, but never once my own, own darling. Oh, dear doctor--"
"You are exciting yourself. Listen to me: if you don"t behave yourself now you may never see your child."
"Yes, yes, I will behave myself; I will be very good. Only don"t shut me up in darkness again until I see my boy. Greta, bring him to me. Listen, I hear his breathing. Go for my darling! The kind doctor won"t be angry with you. Tell him that if I see my child it will cure me. I know it will."
Greta"s eyes were swimming in tears.