Part 66 (1/2)
”You don't shy at the notion of the par--the announcement in the _Siege Gazette_, I mean?...”
”Upon the contrary, I approve of it,” said the Mother, and walked on very fast, for the bells of the Catholic Church were ringing for Benediction.
”Is it good-night, or may I come in?” Beauvayse whispered to Lynette in the porch.
She dipped her slender fingers in the little holy-water font beside the door, and held them out to him.
”Come in,” she answered, and held white, wet fingers out to him. He touched them with a puzzled smile.
”Am I to----? Ah, I remember!”
Their eyes met, and the golden radiance in hers pa.s.sed into his blood. He bared his high, fair head as she made the sign of the Cross, and followed her in and up the nave as Father Wix, in purple Lenten stole over the snowy cotta starched and ironed by Sister Tobias's capable hands, began to intone the Sorrowful Mysteries of the Rosary. The Sisters were already in their places--a double row of black-draped figures, the Mother at the end of the first row, Lady Hannah in the chair beside her, where Lynette had always sat until now. It was not without a pang that the one saw her place usurped by a stranger; it was piercing pain to the other to feel the strange presence at her side. But something had already come between these two, dividing them. Something invisible, impalpable as air, but nevertheless thrusting them apart with a force that might not be resisted.
Only the elder of the two as yet knew clearly what it meant. The younger was too dizzy with her first heady draught from the cup of joy, held to her lips by the strong, beautifully-shaped brown hand that rested on Beauvayse's knee as he sat, or propped up Beauvayse's chin as he knelt, stiff as a young crusader on a monument, beside her. But the Mother knew.
Would not the G.o.d Who had been justly offended in her, His vowed servant, that day, exact to the last t.i.ttle the penalty? She knew He would.
Rosary ended, the thin, kind-eyed little elderly priest preached, taking for the text of his discourse the Introit from the Office of Quinquagesima.
”_Esto mihi in Deum protectorum, et in loc.u.m refugii, ut salvum me facias._”
”Be Thou unto me a G.o.d, a protector, and a place of refuge, to save me: for Thou art my strength....”
Then the _O Salutaris_ was sung, and followed by the Litany of the Holy Name.
The church was crowded. A Catholic congregation is always devout, but these people, well-dressed or ill-dressed, prosperous or poor, pale-faced and hollow-eyed every one, joined in the office with pa.s.sion. The responses came like the beating of one wave of human anguish upon the Rock of Ages.
”_Have mercy on us!_”
Hungry, they cried to One Who had hungered. Sinking with weariness, they appealed to One Who had known labours, faintings, agonies, and desolations.
”_Have mercy on us!_”
He had drunk of Death for them, had been buried and had risen again.
Death was all about them. They could hear the beating of his wings, could see the red sweep of his blood-wet, dripping scythe. And they prayed as they had never prayed before these things befell:
”_Have mercy on us!_”
They sang the _Tantum Ergo_, and the cloud of incense rose from the censer in the priest's hand. Then, at the thin, sweet tinkle of the bell, and the first white gleam of the Unspeakable Mystery upheld by the servant of the Altar, the heads bowed and sank as when a sudden wind sweeps over a field of ripened corn. Only one or two remained unmoved, one of these a man's head, young and crisply-waved, and golden....
And then came the orderly crowding to the door, and they were outside under the great violet sky, throbbing with splendid stars, breathing the tainted air that came from the laagers and the trenches. But oh, was there ever a sweeter night, following upon a sweeter day?
Beauvayse's hand found and pressed Lynette's. She looked up and saw his eyes s.h.i.+ning in the starlight. He looked down and saw the Convent lily transformed into a very rose of womanhood.
”I am on duty at Staff Bombproof South to-night. What I would give to be free to walk home with you!”
Lady Hannah's jangling laugh came in.
”Haven't you had the whole day? Greedy, unconscionable young man! Say good-night to her, and be off and get some food into you. Don't say you haven't any appet.i.te. I am hungry enough to be interested even in minced mule and spatch-c.o.c.ked locusts, after all this. Good-night! I must kiss you again, child! I hope you don't mind?”