It was to the parson at Peel.
"No doubt you hear from Glory frequently, and know all about her progress as a probationer. She seems to be very well, and certainly I have never seen her look so bright and so cheerful. At the moment of writing she is out at a ball given by some of the hospital authorities.
Well, it is a perfectly harmless source of pleasure, and with all my heart I hope she is enjoying herself. No doubt some form of amus.e.m.e.nt is necessary to a young girl in the height of her youth and health and beauty, and he would be only a poor sapless man who could not take delight in the thought that a good girl was happy. Her fellow-nurses, too, are n.o.ble and devoted women, doing true woman"s work, and if there are some black sheep among them, that is no more than might be expected of the purest profession in the world.
"As for myself, I have tried to carry out-my undertaking to look after Glory, but I can not say how long I may be able to continue the task.
Do not be surprised if I am compelled to give it up. You know I am dissatisfied with my present surroundings, and I am only waiting for the ruling and direction of the pillar of cloud and fire. G.o.d alone can tell how it will move, but G.o.d will guide me. I don"t go out more than I can help, and when I do go I get humiliated and feel foolish. The life of London has been a great and painful surprise. I had supposed that I knew all about it, but I have really known nothing until now. Its cruelty, its deceit, and its treachery are terrible. London is the Judas that is forever betraying with a kiss the young, the hopeful, the innocent.
However, it helps one to know one"s self, and that is better than lying wrapped in cotton wool. Give my kindest greetings to everybody at Glenfaba--my love to my father, too, if there are any means of conveying it."
The letter took him long to write, and when it was written he went out into the hall to post it. There he saw that a thunderstorm was coming, and he concluded to remain until it had pa.s.sed over. He stepped into the library and selected a book, and returned to his room to read it. The book was St. John Chrysostom on the Priesthood, and the subject was congenial, but he could not keep his mind on the printed page: He thought of the Father Superior, of the little brotherhood in Bishopsgate, and then of Glory at the hospital ball, and again of Glory, and yet again and again of Glory. Do what he would, he could not help but think of her.
The storm pealed over his head, and when he returned to the hall two hours later it was still far from spent. He stood at the open door and watched it. Forks of lightning lit up the park, and floods of black rain made the vacant pavements like the surface of the sea. A tinkling cab slid past at intervals, with its driver sheeted in oilskins, and now and then there was an omnibus, full within and empty without. Only one other living thing was to be seen anywhere. An Italian organ-man had stationed himself in front of a mansion to the left and was playing vigorously.
John Storm walked through the hospital. It was now late, and the house was quiet. The house-doctor had made the last of his rounds and turned into his chambers across the courtyard, and the night-nurses were boiling little kettles in their rooms between the wards. The surgical wards were darkened, and the patients were asleep already. In the medical wards there were screens about certain of the beds, and weary moans came from behind them.
It was after midnight when John Storm came round to the hall again, and then the rain had ceased, but the thunder was still rumbling. He might have gone home at length, but he did not go; he realized that he was waiting for Glory. Other nurses returned from the ball, and bowed to him and pa.s.sed into the house. He stepped into the porter"s lodge, and sat down and watched the lightning. It began to be terrible to him, because it seemed to be symbolical. What doom or what disaster did this storm typify and predict? Never could he forget the night on which it befell.
It was the night of the Nurses" Ball.
He thought he must have slept, for he shook himself and thought: "What nonsense! Surely the soul leaves the body while we are asleep, and only the animal remains!"
It was now almost daylight, and two hansom-cabs had stopped before the portico, and several persons who were coming up the steps were chattering away like wakened linnets. One voice was saying:
"Mr. Drake proposes that we should all go to the theatre, and if we can get a late pa.s.s I should like it above everything." It was Glory, and a fretful voice answered her:
"Very well, if _you_ say so. It"s all the same to _me_." It was Polly; and then a man"s voice said:
"What night shall it be, then, Robert?"
And a second man"s voice answered, with a drawl, "Better let the girls choose for themselves, don"t you know."
John Storm felt his hands and feet grow cold, and he stepped out into the porch. Glory saw him coming and made a faint cry of recognition.
"Ah, here is Mr. Storm! Mr. Storm, you should know Mr. Drake. He was in the Isle of Man, you remember----"
"I do _not_ remember," said John Storm.
"But you saved his life, and you ought to know him----"
"I do _not_ know him," said John Storm.
She was beginning to say, "Let me introduce----" But she stopped and stood silent for a moment, while the strange light came into her gleaming eyes of something no word could express, and then she burst into noisy laughter.
A superintendent Sister going through the hall at the moment drew up and said, "Nurse, I am surprised at you! Go to your rooms this instant!" and the girls whispered their adieus and went off giggling.
"What a glorious night it has been!" said Glory, going upstairs.
"I"m glad you think so," said Polly. "To tell you the truth, I found it dreadfully tiresome."
The two men lit their cigarettes and got back into one of the hansoms and drove away.
"What a bear that man is!" said Lord Robert.
"Rude enough, certainly," said Drake; "but I liked his face for all that; and if the Fates put it into his head to stand between me and death--well, I"m not going to forget it."
"Give him a wide berth, dear boy. The fellow is an actor--an affected fop. I met him at Mrs. Macrae"s on Thursday. He is a religious actor and a poseur. He"ll do something one of these days, take my word for it."
And meanwhile John Storm had b.u.t.toned his long coat up to his throat and was striding home through the echoing streets, with both hands clinched and his teeth set hard.
XIII.
"Martha"s.
"Oh, Lord-a-ma.s.sy! Oh, Gough bless me sowl! Oh, my beloved grandfather!
John Storm has done for himself at last! That man was never an author of peace and a lover of concord; but, my gracious, if you had heard his sermon in church on Sunday morning! Being a holy and humble woman of heart myself, I altered the Litany the smallest taste possible, and muttered away from beginning to end, "O Lord, close thou our lips"; but the Lord didn"t heed me in the least, with the result that everybody on earth is now screaming and snarling at our poor Mr. Storm exactly as if he had been picking the pockets of the universe.
"It was all about the morality of men. The text was as innocent as a baby: "Put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh to fulfil the l.u.s.ts thereof." And when he began in the usual way, the dear old goodies in gla.s.ses thought he had been wound up like the musical box and had just turned on the crank, so they cuddled in comfortably for forty winks before the anthem. There were two natures in man, and man"s body might be good or bad according as spiritual or carnal affections swayed it, and all the rest of the good old change-for-sixpence-and-a-ha"penny-out, you know. But the lesson had been from Isaiah, where the unreasonable old prophet is indignant with the ladies of Zion because they don"t want to look like dowdies, you remember: "Tremble, ye women that are at ease, strip you and make you bare and gird sackcloth upon your loins." And off he went like a comet, with the fashionable woman for his tail. If matrimony nowadays didn"t always mean monogamy, who was chiefly to blame? Men were generally as pure as women required that they should be; and if the lives of men were bad it was often because women did not demand that they should be good. Tremble, ye women, that are at ease, and say why you allow your daughters to marry men who in fact and effect are married already. Strip you, and be ashamed for the poor women who were the first wives of your daughters" husbands, and for the children whom such men abandon and forget! In leading your innocent daughters to courts and receptions you are only leading them to the auction-room; and in dressing and decorating them you are preparing them for the market of base men. Last week some t.i.tled philanthropist had hauled up a woman in the East End of London for attempting to sell her daughter. How shocking! everybody said. What a disgrace to the nineteenth century! But the wretched creature had only been doing the best according to her light for the welfare of her miserable child; while here--with their eyes open, with their cultured consciences--the wives of these same philanthropists were doing the same thing every day--the very same!
"Having gone for the mammies like this, he went for the dear girls themselves one better. Let them gird sackcloth on their loins and hide their faces. Why did they suffer themselves to be sold? The woman who married a man for the sake of his t.i.tle or his position or any worldly advantage whatever was no better than an outcast of the streets. Her act was the same, and in all reason and justice her name should be the same also.
"Hey, nonny, nonny! I told you how he broke down before; but on Sunday morning, in spite of mine own amended Litany, I had just as much hope of the breakdown of the Falls of Niagara, or a nineteen-feet spring tide.
You would have said his face was afire, and those great eyes of his were lit up like the red lamps on Peel pier.
"Pulpit oratory! I don"t know what it is, only I never heard the like of it in all my born days. I begin to think the real difference between preachers is the difference of the fire beneath the crust. In some it burns so low that it doesn"t even warm the surface, and you couldn"t get up enough puff to boil the kitchen kettle; but in others--look out! It"s a volcano, and the lava is coming down with a rush.
"Mercy me, how I cried! "Oh, my daughter, oh, my child, what a ninny you are!" I told myself; but it was no use talking. His voice was as hoa.r.s.e as a raven"s, and sometimes you would have thought his very heart was breaking.
"But the congregation! You should have seen the transformation scene!
They had come in bowing and smiling and whispering softly until the church was a perfect sheet of sunshine, an absolute aurora borealis; but they went out like a northeast gale, with mutterings of thunder and one man overboard.
"And John Storm having put his foot in it, of course Glory Quayle had to get her toe in too. Coming down the aisle some of the dear ladies of Zion, who looked as if they wanted to "swear in their wrath," were mumbling all the lamentations of Jeremiah. Who was he, indeed, to talk to people like that? n.o.body had ever heard of him except his mother.
And in the porch they came upon a fat old dump in a velvet dollman who declared it was perfectly scandalous, and she had come out in the middle. Whereupon Glory, not being delivered that day from all evil and mischief, said, "Quite right, ma"am, and you were not the only one who had to leave the church in the middle of that sermon." "Why, who else had to go?" said this female Pharisee. "The devil, ma"am!" said Glory, and then left her with that bone to gnaw.
"It turns out that the old girlie in the dollman is a mighty patron of this hospital, so everybody says I am in for nasty weather. But hoot!
My heart"s in the Hielan"s, my heart is not here; my heart"s in the Hielan"s, sae what can I fear!
"John Storm is in for it too, and they say his vicar waited for him in the vestry, but he looked like forked lightning coming out of the pulpit, so the good man thought it better to keep his rod in pickle awhile. It seems that the Lords of the Council and all the n.o.bility were there, and it is a point of religious etiquette in London that in the hangman"s house n.o.body speaks of the rope; but our poor John gave them the gibbet as well. It was a fearful thing to do, but n.o.body will make me believe he had not got his reasons. He hasn"t been here since, but I am certain he has his eye on some fine folks, and, whoever they are, I"ll bet "my bottom dollar" they deserved all they got.
"But heigho! I haven"t left myself breath to tell you about the ball. I was there! You remember I was lamenting that I hadn"t got the necessary finery. In fact, I had put in a bit at the end of my prayers about it.
"O G.o.d, be good to me this once and let me look nice." And he _was_. He put it into the heads of the nabobs of this vineyard that nurses should "appear at the Nurses" Ball in regulation uniform only." So my cloak and my bonnet and my gray dress and my ap.r.o.n covered a mult.i.tude of sins.
"You should have seen Glory that night, grandfather. She was a redder young lobster than ever somehow, but she put a white rose in her carroty curls, and, Gough bless me, what a bogh [* Dear] she was, though! Of course, she made the acquaintance of the "higher ranks of society," and danced with all the earth. The great surgeon of something opened the ball with the matron of Bartimaeus"s, and she went round on his arm like a dolly in a dolly-tub; but he soon saw what a marvellous and miraculous being Glory was, and after I had waltzed so beautifully with the ancient personage I had the hearts of all the young men flying round at the hem of my white petticoat--it was a nice new one for the occasion.
"But the strangest thing was that somebody from the Isle of Man flopped down on me there just as if he had descended from the blue. It was that little English boy Drake, who used to come to the catechism cla.s.s, only now he is one of the smartest and handsomest young men in London. When he came up and announced himself I am sure he expected me to expire on the spot or else go crazy, and of course I was trembling all over, but I behaved like a rational person and stood my ground. He looked at me as much as to say, "Do you know you"ve grown to be a very fine young woman, and I admire you very much?" Whereupon I looked back as much as to reply, "That"s quite right, my dear young sir, and I should have a poor opinion of you if you didn"t." So, being of the same opinion on the only subject worth thinking about (that"s me), I behaved charmingly to him, and even forgave him when he carried off my white rose at the end.
"Mr. Drake has a friend who is always with him. He is a willowy person who owns sixteen setters and three church livings, they say, and wears (on week days) a thunder-and-lightning suit of clothes--_you_ know, a pattern so large that one man can"t carry the whole of it and somebody else goes about with the rest. His name is Lord Robert Ure, and I intend to call him Lord Bob, for, since he is such a frivolous person himself, I must make a point of being severe. I danced with him, of course, and he kept telling me what a wonderful future Mr. Drake had, and how the Promised Land was before him, and even hinting that it wouldn"t be a bad thing to be Mrs. Joshua. Fancy Glory making a tremendous match with a leader of society! And if I hadn"t gone to that hospital ball no doubt the history of the nineteenth century would have been different!
"They are going to take me next week to something far, far better than a ball, only I must not tell you anything about it yet, except that I keep awake all night sometimes to think of it. But thou sure and firmest earth, hear not my steps which way they walk!