Tussie was sitting up in bed with a great many pillows behind him, finding immense difficulty in breathing, when his mother, her bonnet off and every trace of having been out removed, came in and said Miss Neumann-Schultz was downstairs.
"Downstairs? Here? In this house?" gasped Tussie, his eyes round with wonder and joy.
"Yes. She--called. Would you like her to come up and see you?"
"Oh mother!"
Lady Shuttleworth hurried out. How could she bear this, she thought, stumbling a little as though she did not see very well. She went downstairs with the sound of that Oh mother throbbing in her ears.
Tussie"s temperature, high already, went up by leaps during the few minutes of waiting. He gave feverish directions to the nurse about a comfortable chair being put exactly in the right place, about his pillows being smoothed, his medicine bottles hidden, and was very anxious that the flannel garment he was made to wear when ill, a garment his mother called a nightingale--not after the bird but the lady--and that was the bluest flannel garment ever seen, should be arranged neatly over his narrow chest.
The nurse looked disapproving. She did not like her patients to be happy. Perhaps she was right. It is always better, I believe, to be cautious and careful, to husband your strength, to be deadly prudent and deadly dull. As you would poison, so should you avoid doing what the poet calls living too much in your large hours. The truly prudent never have large hours; nor should you, if you want to be comfortable.
And you get your reward, I am told, in living longer; in having, that is, a few more of those years that cl.u.s.ter round the end, during which you are fed and carried and washed by persons who generally grumble.
Who wants to be a flame, doomed to be blown out by the same gust of wind that has first fanned it to its very brightest? If you are not a flame you cannot, of course, be blown out. Gusts no longer shake you.
Tempests pa.s.s you by untouched. And if besides you have the additional advantage of being extremely smug, extremely thick-skinned, you shall go on living till ninety, and not during the whole of that time be stirred by so much as a single draught.
Priscilla came up determined to be so cheerful that she began to smile almost before she got to the door. "I"ve come to tell you how splendidly we"re getting on at the cottage," she said taking Tussie"s lean hot hand, the sh.e.l.l of her smile remaining but the heart and substance gone out of it, he looked so pitiful and strange.
"Really? Really?" choked Tussie, putting the other lean hot hand over hers and burning all the coolness out of it.
The nurse looked still more disapproving. She had not heard Sir Augustus had a _fiancee_, and even if he had this was no time for philandering. She too had noticed the voice in which he had said Oh mother, and she saw by his eyes that his temperature had gone up. Who was this shabby young lady? She felt sure that no one so shabby could be his _fiancee_, and she could only conclude that Lady Shuttleworth must be mad.
"Nurse, I"m going to stay here a little," said Lady Shuttleworth.
"I"ll call you when I want you."
"I think, madam, Sir Augustus ought not--" began the nurse.
"No, no, he shall not. Go and have forty winks, nurse."
And the nurse had to go; people generally did when Lady Shuttleworth sent them.
"Sit down--no don"t--stay a moment like this," said Tussie, his breath coming in little jerks,--"unless you are tired? Did you walk?"
"I"m afraid you are very ill," said Priscilla, leaving her hand in his and looking down at him with a face that all her efforts could not induce to smile.
"Oh I"ll be all right soon. How good of you to come. You"ve not been hungry since?"
"No, no," said Priscilla, stroking his hands with her free hand and giving them soothing pats as one would to a sick child.
"Really not? I"ve thought of that ever since. I"ve never got your face that night out of my head. What had happened? While I was away--what had happened?"
"Nothing--nothing had happened," said Priscilla hastily. "I was tired.
I had a mood. I get them, you know. I get angry easily. Then I like to be alone till I"m sorry."
"But what had made you angry? Had I--?"
"No, never. You have never been anything but good and kind. You"ve been our protecting spirit since we came here."
Tussie laughed shrilly, and immediately was seized by a coughing fit.
Lady Shuttleworth stood at the foot of the bed watching him with a face from which happiness seemed to have fled for ever. Priscilla grew more and more wretched, caught, obliged to stand there, distractedly stroking his hands in her utter inability to think of anything else to do.
"A nice protecting spirit," gasped Tussie derisively, when he could speak. "Look at me here, tied down to this bed for heaven knows how long, and not able to do a thing for you."
"But there"s nothing now to do. We"re quite comfortable. We are really. Do, do believe it."
"Are you only comfortable, or are you happy as well?"
"Oh, we"re _very_ happy," said Priscilla with all the emphasis she could get into her voice; and again she tried, quite unsuccessfully, to wrench her mouth into a smile.
"Then, if you"re happy, why do you look so miserable?"
He was gazing up into her face with eyes whose piercing brightness would have frightened the nurse. There was no shyness now about Tussie. There never is about persons whose temperature is 102.
"Miserable?" repeated Priscilla. She tried to smile; looked helplessly at Lady Shuttleworth; looked down again at Tussie; and stammering "Because you are so ill and it"s all my fault," to her horror, to her boundless indignation at herself, two tears, big and not to be hidden, rolled down her face and dropped on to Tussie"s and her clasped hands.
Tussie struggled to sit up straight. "Look, mother, look--" he cried, gasping, "my beautiful one--my dear and lovely one--my darling--she"s crying--I"ve made her cry--now never tell me I"m not a brute again--see, see what I"ve done!"
"Oh"--murmured Priscilla, in great distress and amazement. Was the poor dear delirious? And she tried to get her hands away.
But Tussie would not let them go. He held them in a clutch that seemed like hot iron in both his, and dragging himself nearer to them covered them with wild kisses.
Lady Shuttleworth was appalled. "Tussie," she said in a very even voice, "you must let Miss Neumann-Schultz go now. You must be quiet again now. Let her go, dear. Perhaps she"ll--come again."
"Oh mother, leave me alone," cried Tussie, lying right across his pillows, his face on Priscilla"s hands. "What do you know of these things? This is my darling--this is my wife--dream of my spirit--star of my soul--"
"Never in this world!" cried Lady Shuttleworth, coming round to the head of the bed as quickly as her shaking limbs would take her.
"Yes, yes, come here if you like, mother--come close--listen while I tell her how I love her. I don"t care who hears. Why should I? If I weren"t ill I"d care. I"d be tongue-tied--I"d have gone on being tongue-tied for ever. Oh I bless being ill, I bless being ill--I can say anything, anything--"
"Tussie, don"t say it," entreated his mother. "The less you say now the more grateful you"ll be later on. Let her go."
"Listen to her!" cried Tussie, interrupting his kissing of her hands to look up at Priscilla and smile with a sort of pitying wonder, "Let you go? Does one let one"s life go? One"s hope of salvation go? One"s little precious minute of perfect happiness go? When I"m well again I shall be just as dull and stupid as ever, just such a shy fool, not able to speak--"
"But it"s a gracious state"--stammered poor Priscilla.
"Loving you? Loving you?"
"No, no--not being able to speak. It"s always best--"
"It isn"t. It"s best to be true to one"s self, to show honestly what one feels, as I am now--as I am now--" And he fell to kissing her hands again.
"Tussie, this isn"t being honest," said Lady Shuttleworth sternly, "it"s being feverish."
"Listen to her! Was ever a man interrupted like this in the act of asking a girl to marry him?"
"Tussie!" cried Lady Shuttleworth.
"Ethel, will you marry me? Because I love you so? It"s an absurd reason--the most magnificently absurd reason, but I know there"s no other why you should--"