She was speaking to Alicia Livingstone in the dormitory, changing at the same time for a "turn" at the hospital. It was six o"clock in the afternoon. Alicia"s landau stood at the door of the Baker Inst.i.tution.
She had come to find that Miss Howe was just going on duty and could not be taken for a drive.
"When?" asked Alicia, staring out of the window at the crows in a tamarind tree.
"Last Sat.u.r.day. He said he had promised some friends of his the pleasure of meeting me. They had besieged him, he said, and they were his best friends, on all his committees."
"Only ladies?" The crows, with a shriek of defiance at nothing in particular, having flown away, Miss Livingstone transferred her attention.
"Bless me, yes. What Archdeacon has dear men friends! And lesquelles pense-tu, mon Dieu!"
"Lesquelles?"
"Mrs. Jack Forrester, Mrs. Fitz--what you may call him up on the frontier, the Brigadier gentleman--Lady Dolly!"
"You were well chaperoned."
"And--my dear--he didn"t ask a single Sister!" Hilda turned upon her a face which appeared still to glow with the stimulus of the archidiaconal function. "And--it was wicked considering the occasion--I dropped the character. I let myself out!"
"You didn"t shock the Archdeacon?"
"Not in the least. But, my dear love, did you ever permit yourself the reflection that the Venerable Gambell is a bachelor?"
"Hilda, you shall not! We all love him--you shall not lead him astray!"
"You would not think of--the altar?"
Miss Livingstone"s pale small smile fell like a snowflake upon Hilda"s mood, and was swallowed up. "You are very preposterous," she said. "Go on. You always amuse one." Then, as if Hilda"s going on were precisely the thing she could not quite endure, she said quickly, "The Coromandel is telegraphed from Colombo to-day."
"Ah!" said Hilda.
"He leaves for Madras to-morrow. The thing is to take place there, you know."
"Then nothing but shipwreck can save him."
"Nothing but--what a horrible idea! Don"t you think they may be happy? I really think they may."
"There is not one of the elements that give people, when they commit the paramount stupidity of marrying, reason to hope that they may not be miserable. Not one. If he were a strong man I should pity him less.
But he"s not. He"s immensely dependent on his tastes, his friends, his circ.u.mstances."
Alicia looked at Hilda; her glance betrayed an attention caught upon an accidental phrase. "The paramount stupidity." She did not repeat it aloud, she turned it over in her mind.
"You are thinking," Hilda said accusingly. "What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, nothing. I saw Stephen yesterday. I thought him looking rather wretched."
A shadow of grave consideration winged itself across Hilda"s eyes.
"He works so much too hard," she said. "It is an appalling waste. But he will offer himself up."
Alicia looked unsatisfied. She had hoped for something that would throw more light upon the paramount stupidity. "He brought Mr. Lappe to tea,"
she said.
The shadow went. "Should you think Brother Lappe," Miss Howe demanded, "specially fitted for the cure of souls? Never, never, could I allow the process of my regeneration to come through Brother Lappe. He has such a little nose, and such wide pink cheeks, and such fat sloping shoulders.
Dear succulent Brother Lappe!"
A Sister pa.s.sed through the dormitory on a visit of inspection. Alicia bowed sweetly, and the Sister inclined herself briefly with a cloistered smile. As she disappeared Hilda threw a black skirt over her head, making a veil of it flowing backward, and rendered the visit, the noiseless measured step, the little deprecating movements of inquiry, the benevolent recognition of a visitor from a world where people carried parasols and wore spotted muslins. She even effaced herself at the door on the track of the other to make it perfect, and came back in the happy expansion of an artistic effort to find Alicia"s regard penetrated with the light of a new conviction.
"Hilda," she said, "I should like to know what this last year has really been to you."
"It has been very valuable," Miss Howe replied. Then she turned quickly away to hang up the black petticoat, and stood like that, shaking out its folds, so that Alicia might not see anything curious in her face as she heard her own words and understood what they meant. Very valuable!
She did understand, suddenly, completely. Very valuable! A year of the oddest experiences, a pictorial year, which she would look back upon, with its core in a dusty priest....
A probationer came rapidly along the dormitory to where Hilda stood. She had the olive cheeks and the liquid eyes of the country; her lips were parted in a smile.
"Miss Howe," she said, in the quick clicking syllables of her race, "Sister Margaret wishes you to come immediately to the surgical ward. A case has come in, and Miss Gonsalvez is there, but Sister Margaret will not be bothered with Miss Gonsalvez. She says you are due by right in five minutes,"--the messenger"s smile broadened irresponsibly, and she put a fondling touch upon Hilda"s ap.r.o.n string,--"so will you please to make haste!"
"What"s the case?" asked Hilda; "I hope it isn"t another ship"s hold accident." But Alicia, a shade paler than before, put up her hand. "Wait till I"m gone," she said, and went quickly. The girl had opened her lips, however, but to say that she didn"t know, she had only been seized to take the message, though it must be something serious since they had sent for both the resident surgeons.
CHAPTER x.x.x
Dr. Livingstone"s concern was personal, that was plain in the way he stood looking at the floor of the corridor with his hands in his pockets, before Hilda reached him. Regret was written all over the lines of his pausing figure with the compressed irritation which saved that feeling in the Englishman"s way from being too obvious.
"This is a bad business, Miss Howe."
"I"ve just come over--I haven"t heard. Who is it?"
"It"s my cousin, poor chap--Arnold, the padre. He"s been badly knifed in the bazar."
The news pa.s.sed over her and left her looking with a curious face at chance. It was lifted a little, with composed lips, and eyes which refused to be taken by surprise. There was inquiry in them, also a defence. Chance, looking back, saw an invincible silent readiness, and a pallor which might be that of any woman. But the doctor was also looking, so she said, "That is very sad," and moved near enough to the wall to put her hand against it. She was not faint, but the wall was a fact on which one could, for the moment, rely.
"They"ve got the man--one of those Cabuli money-lenders. The police had no trouble with him. He said it was the order of Allah--the brute! Stray case of fanaticism, I suppose. It seems Arnold was walking along as usual, without a notion, and the fellow sprang on him, and in two seconds the thing was done. Hadn"t a chance, poor beggar."
"Where is it?"
"Root of the left lung. About five inches deep. The artery pretty well cut through, I fancy."
"Then--"
"Oh no--we can"t do anything. The haemorrhage must be tremendous. But he may live through the night. Are you going to Sister Margaret?"
His nod took it for granted, and he went on. Hilda walked slowly forward, her head bent, with absorbed uncertain steps. A bar of evening sunlight came before her, she looked up and stepped outside the open door. She was handling this thing that had happened, taking possession of it. It lay in her mind in the midst of a suddenly stricken and tenderly saddened consciousness. It lay there pa.s.sively; it did not rise and grapple with her, it was a thing that had happened--in Burra Bazar.
The pity of it a.s.sailed her. Tears came into her eyes, and an infinite grieved solicitude gathered about her heart. "So?" she said to herself, thinking that he was young and loved his work, and that now his hand would be stayed from the use it had found. One of the ugly outrages of life, leaving nothing on the mouth but that brief acceptance. It came to hers with a note of the profound and of the supreme. She turned resolutely from searching her heart for any wild despair. She would not for an instant consider what she ought to feel. "So," she said, and pressed her lips till they stopped trembling, and went into the hospital.
She asked a question or two, in search of Sister Margaret and the new case. It was "located," an a.s.sistant surgeon told her, in Private Ward Number Two. She went more and more slowly toward Private Ward Number Two.
The door was open; she stood in it for an instant with eyes nerved to receive the tragedy. The room seemed curiously empty of any such thing, a door opposite was also open, with an arched verandah outside; the low sun streamed through this upon the floor with its usual tranquillity.