Part 19 (1/2)
”Don't fuss, man,” was the gay rejoinder. ”Did ever you see so long a face, Phil? The truth is that his job is over and he knows it. The prisoner is free, and the jailer in consequence out of employment.
Disguise your feelings, Rob. I am sorry for you, but I don't intend to be ill again even for your sake. Go and try your pills and potions on some other unfortunate. I can't see nurse's face because she is behind me, but I have no doubt she is looking just as glum. You can't think how funny it feels to get out of those four walls and see something new. Hullo! What's that?”
They had paused for a moment at the head of the staircase, and his attention had been attracted by a small drawing hanging rather low down on the wall, close at hand. He stepped nearer to examine it.
It was a clever sketch in water-colour by a modern artist, and the draughtsmans.h.i.+p was superb. The subject was an old man with a long straggling beard and wearing tattered clothes, surrounded by a group of villagers and children. The creator had allowed his fancy full play, and the result, without being in any way a caricature, was full of a most merry and whimsical humour; and yet, by some stroke of his genius he had made the scene infinitely pathetic, and the central figure tragic and dignified for all his ragged attire. On the gold frame were printed the words ”Rip van Winkle.”
”Rip van Winkle,” repeated Francis. ”Who was he? Oh, don't tell me; I think I remember. Wasn't he the old Johnny who slept for a hundred years and woke up to find every one was dead and n.o.body knew him? He looks rather sad, poor old boy. The chap who did that knew how to draw, anyway.”
He moved on to the next picture. ”Oh, now we come to a gentleman in armour. Jolly uncomfortable that tin hat must have been.”
”Supposing we sit here for a little while,” suggested Philippa.
In the centre of the house the corridor widened into a square apartment known as the Guard Room, and tradition stated that the soldiers had here kept watch to ensure the safety of their sovereign, who had occupied a room close by, on the occasion of her famous visit to Bessacre High House.
The walls were panelled with oak and hung with portraits of dead-and-gone Heathcotes. A high oriel window threw good light upon the pictures, some of which were dark and dim with age.
Francis sat down on the window-seat and looked round him.
”Well, I can't call them a good-looking lot,” he said, smiling. ”What is the name of the man in the corner there in a flowing wig, Phil? I have forgotten all about them.”
”Amyas Heathcote,” read the girl. ”He may not be good-looking, but he had a pretty taste in lace if one may judge by his ruffles.”
”And a pretty taste in wives,” said the doctor lightly, pointing to the picture hanging next. It represented a winsome dark-eyed woman in a brocaded frock, wearing a muslin cap over her powdered hair.
”I think she is beautiful,” exclaimed Philippa. ”You wait, my darling, until your portrait hangs here,” said Francis quickly. ”All the other Heathcote wives will be put into the shade then.”
”He had a pretty taste in wine too,” interrupted the doctor gruffly, ”if one may judge by his complexion. I don't know anything of the gentleman, but I'll take my oath he died of apoplexy--unless the leeches killed him first with an over-dose of blood-letting. It seems to have been a playful habit of those days.”
”Talking of leeches,” said Philippa quite composedly, ”reminds me of rather a good story I heard the other day. Only I'm speaking of the animals, not the doctors. A friend of mine told me that a few years ago her mother sent a linseed poultice and some leeches in a jar to a man in the village who was ill, and the doctor had ordered them to be applied. Some days later she visited the cottage and asked if the remedies had done any good. 'Well,' said his wife, 'he did enjoy the pudding, but try as he would he couldn't swallow them little fishes.'”
The doctor laughed, but his amus.e.m.e.nt struck Philippa as being a little forced and he had begun to tug at his beard, a sure sign with him that things were not going in the way he wished. She looked quickly at Francis, thinking that perhaps Robert Gale's professional eye had detected signs of over-exertion; but no, he did not appear in the least fatigued. And yet there was no doubt that the doctor was worried about something, for almost immediately he suggested that it was time for the invalid to return, and helping Francis to his feet he motioned to Philippa to give him the added support of her arm.
In vain Francis declared that the distance to the end of the corridor had yet to be accomplished, that he was perfectly fit for it. The older man was inexorable, and the little party retraced their steps.
”You will have your rest now, and Miss Philippa will take a walk,” he said firmly. ”There is no sense in doing too much the first day. It is always the same with convalescents, if you give them an inch they take an ell.”
After seeing Francis comfortably settled to rest he walked with Philippa down to the library and shut the door behind him.
”What is it?” she asked quickly. ”I think you are troubled about something. Is he not so well?”
”He's all right,” said the doctor abruptly. ”I am not anxious about him--now.”
”Do you mean--that you think that he will live?”
She put the question breathlessly, and waited for his reply almost afraid to draw a breath, so great was her anxiety for his verdict. It was the question that had been ringing incessantly in her ears for days past, for, with the gradual increase of Francis' strength, a new hope had been born--a hope of which she hardly dared to think, and which had yet been ever present with her.
The answer was long in coming, but at last Robert Gale spoke.
”I can see no reason now why he should not--live--why he should not live out his life to the allotted span. He will never be robust, of course, but he has no disease. Even the heart-weakness has responded to treatment, or rather, I will say, to happiness, in a remarkable way.”
For a moment the room and its contents danced before the girl's eyes and a sense of the greatest gladness warmed her through and through.