"I got your letter in answer to mine, Austin," said she, giving him both her hands, "and I am all ready. Did you see him?"
"I did--yesterday afternoon. But, Marjory, I told him nothing of you, and if you want to withdraw there is yet time. Have you really thought what this means to you?"
Her only answer was a patient smile as she opened the door and led him outside.
"Elise," said Selwyn, as they entered the cab, "I want to introduce Miss Marjory Sh.o.r.eham of New York."
"Austin has told me all about you," said Elise, "and I think you are wonderfully brave."
She took the nurse"s hand and held it tightly in hers as the car drove towards Waterloo.
An hour later they reached a Suss.e.x station, and hiring a conveyance, drove to a charming country home which was owned by a Mr. Redwood, whom Selwyn had met on board ship. A servant told them as they drove up to the door that the master of the house had gone to the village, but that they were to come in and make themselves at home.
As he helped the girls to alight Selwyn heard the nurse catch her breath with a spasm of pain. He glanced over his shoulder and saw a man standing on the lawn facing the sun, which was reaching the west with the pa.s.sing of afternoon.
"Please remain here," said Selwyn, "and I will motion you when to come."
He walked towards the solitary figure, who heard him, and turned a little to greet him.
"Is that you, Austin?"
"Yes, Van," answered Selwyn. "How could you tell?"
With his old kindly, tired smile the ex-diplomat put out his hand, which Selwyn gripped heartily.
"I suppose it is nature"s compensation," said Van Derwater calmly.
"Now that I cannot see, footsteps and voices seem to mean so much more.
I was just thinking before you came that, though I have seen it a thousand times, I have never _felt_ the sun in the west before.
Look--I can feel it on my face from over there. Sir Redwood tells me that the news from France is excellent."
"It is," said Selwyn. "I think the end is only a matter of hours."
"A matter of hours; and after that--peace. Austin, I haven"t much to live for. It was in my stars, I suppose, that I should walk alone; but there is one fear which haunts me--that all this may be for nothing--for nothing. If I thought that on my blindness and the suffering of all these other men a structure could be built where Britain and America and France would clasp the torch of humanity together, I would welcome this darkness as few men ever welcomed the light. But it is a terrible thought--that people may forget; that civilisation might make no attempt to atone for her murdered dead."
He smiled again, and fumbling for Selwyn"s shoulder, patted it, as if to say he was not to be taken too seriously.
"The world must have looked wonderful to-day in this sunlight," he went on. "Do you know, I hardly dare think of the spring at all. I sometimes feel that I could never look upon the green of a meadow again, and live."
Selwyn had beckoned to the nurse, who was coming across the lawn towards them.
"Van," he said, taking his friend"s arm, "don"t be too surprised, will you? But--but an old friend has come back to you."
"Who is it?" Van Derwater"s form became rigid. "I can hear a step, Austin! Austin, where are you? What is this you"re doing to me?
Speak, man--would you drive me mad?"
Without a sound the girl had clutched his hand and had fallen on her knees at his feet.
"Marjory!" With a pitiful joy he felt her hair and face with his hand, and in his weakness he almost fell. Vainly he protested that she must go away, that he could not let her share his tragedy. Her only answer was his name murmured over and over again.
Creeping silently away, Selwyn rejoined Elise. Once they looked back.
The girl was in Van Derwater"s arms, and his face was raised towards the sun which he was nevermore to see. But on that face was written a happiness that comes to few men in this world.
CHAPTER XXVII.
A LIGHT ON THE WATER.
I.
A sulky winter came hard upon November, and the war of armies was succeeded by the war of diplomats.
One day in January the same vehicle that had driven Selwyn to Roselawn deposited another visitor there. He was a st.u.r.dy, well-set-up fellow, but a thinness and a certain pallor in the cheeks conflicted with their natural weather-beaten texture.
The morose driver helped him to alight, and handed him his crutches, which he took with a snort of disapproval. He made his way at a dignified pace around the drive, pausing _en route_ to look at the gables and wings of Roselawn as one who returns to familiar scenes after a long absence.
Without encountering any one he reached the stables, and opening a door, mounted the stairs that led to the dwelling-quarters above.
There was no one in the cosy dining-room, and sitting down, he hammered the floor with his crutch. The homely sound of dishes being washed ceased suddenly in the adjoining room, and Mrs. Mathews threw open the door.
"Who is it?" she cried.
"Me," said Mathews.
Uttering a pious exclamation that reflected both doubt and confidence in the all-wise workings of Providence, his wife fell heavily upon him, with strong symptoms of hysteria.
"Heavenly hope!" she cried, after her exuberance permitted of speech; "so you"ve come home?"
"I hev," said her husband solemnly; "and I"m werry pleased to observe you so fit, m"dear. Is the offspring a-takin" his oats reg"lar?"
"Lord!" said Mrs. Mathews irrelevantly, subsiding into a chair, "I thought you was dead. You never writ."
"That," said Mathews, "was conseckens of a understanding clear and likewise to the point, atwixt me and Mas"r d.i.c.k. "Mum"s the word," sez he. "Mum"s the word," sez I. And that there was as it should be, no argifyin" provin" contrairiwise. But Milord he found me out, and sez as how he knows it all, and would I come home?--which, bein" free from horspital, I likewise does. Now, m" dear, if you will proceed with any nooz I would be much obliged to draw up a little forrader, as it were."
"Did Milord tell you about Miss Elise?" said his wife, after much thought. "She"s gone and got herself engaged."
"To who?"
"Captain Selwyn. Him as was visiting here when the war begun."
"Now that there," said Mathews, nodding his head slowly and admiringly, "_is_ nooz. That there is what a feller likes to hear from his old woman. You"re a-doin" fine."
"The wedding," went on his wife, her eyes sparkling with the universal feminine excitement about such matters, "is next week, and Wellington is bespoke for to pump the organ. Ain"t that wonderful grand?"
"That," said Mathews with great dignity, "is werry gratifyin" to a parent, that is. Pump the organ at a weddin"! I hopes he won"t go for to do nothing to give inconwenience to the parties concerned. Where is he, old girl?"
"Upstairs in bed, daddy, with the whooping-cough something horrid."