"Ah--so long ago as that? No, I think it would hardly be likely. If there had been any recent violent emotion--"
"It would account for it?"
"Yes, yes, it might account for it."
"Thank you."
He was touched by her look of agony. "If there is anything else I can--"
"No. Thank you very much. That is all I wanted to know."
She went back into the sick-room. She stayed there all evening, and they brought her food to her there. She stayed, watching for the sign of consciousness that would give hope. But there was no sign.
The nurse went to bed at nine o"clock. Anne had insisted on sitting up that night. Hannay slept in the next room, on a sofa, within call.
When they had left her alone with her husband, she knelt down beside his bedside and prayed. And as she knelt, with her bowed head near to that body sleeping its strange and terrible sleep, she remembered nothing but that she had once loved him; she was certain of nothing but that she loved him still. His body was once more dear and sacred to her as in her bridal hour. She did not ask herself whether it were paying the penalty of its sin; her compa.s.sion had purged him of his sin. She had no memory for the past. It seemed to her that all her life and all her suffering were crowded into this one hour while she prayed that his soul might come back and speak to her, and that his body might not die. The hour trampled under it that other hour when she had knelt by the loathed bridal bed, wrestling for her own spiritual life. She had no life of her own to pray for now. She prayed only that he might live.
And though she knew not whether her prayer were answered she knew that it was heard.
CHAPTER x.x.xIX
It was the evening of the third day. There was no change in Majendie.
Dr. Gardner had been sent for. He had come and gone. He had confirmed the Scarby doctor"s opinion, with a private leaning to the side of hope.
Hannay, who had waited to hear his verdict, was going back to Scale early the next morning. Mrs. Majendie had been in her husband"s room all day, and he had seen little of her.
He was sitting alone by the fire after dinner, trying to read a paper, when she came in. Her approach was so gentle that he was unaware of it till she stood beside him. He started to his feet, mumbling an apology for his bewilderment. He pulled up an arm-chair to the fire for her, wandered uneasily about the room for a minute or two, and would have left it, had she not called him back to her.
"Don"t go, Mr. Hannay. I want to speak to you."
He turned, with an air of frustrated evasion, and remained, a supremely uncomfortable presence.
"Have you time?" she asked.
"Plenty. All my time is at your disposal."
"You have been very kind--"
"My dear Mrs. Majendie--"
"I want you to be kinder still. I want you to tell me the truth."
"The truth--" Hannay tried to tighten his loose face into an expression of judicial reserve.
"Yes, the truth. There"s no kindness in keeping things from me."
"My dear Mrs. Majendie, I"m keeping nothing from you, I a.s.sure you. The doctors have told me no more than they have told you."
"I know. It"s not that."
"What is it that"s troubling you?"
"Did you see Walter before he came here?"
"Yes."
"Did you see him on Friday night?"
"Yes."
"Was he perfectly well then?"
"Er--yes--he was well. Quite well."
Anne turned her sorrowful eyes upon him.
"No. There was something wrong. What was it?"
"If there was he didn"t tell me."
"No. He wouldn"t. Why did you hesitate just now?"
"Did I hesitate?"
"When I asked you if he was well."
"I thought you meant did I notice any signs of his illness coming on. I didn"t. But of course, as you know, he was very much shaken by---by your little girl"s death."
"You noticed that while I was away?"
"Y-es. But I certainly noticed it more on the night you were speaking of."
"You would have said, then, that he must have received a severe shock?"
"Certainly--certainly I would."
Hannay responded quite cheerfully in his immense relief.
It was what they were all trying for, to make poor Mrs. Majendie believe that her husband"s illness was to be attributed solely to the shock of the child"s death.
"Do you think that shock could have had anything to do with his illness?"
"Of course I do. At least, I should say it was indirectly responsible for it."