Part 42 (1/2)
He had hardly closed the door behind him, when he heard a bell ring violently; and ere he reached the bottom of the stair, he met the butler panting up as fast as his short legs and red nose would permit.
He would have stopped to question Donal, who hastened past him, and in the refuge of his own room, sat down to think. Had his conventional dignity been with him a matter of importance, he would have left the castle the moment he got his things together; but he thought much more of Davie, and much more of Eppy.
He had hardly seated himself when he jumped up again: he must see Andrew Comin!
CHAPTER x.x.xVI.
A NIGHT-WATCH.
When he reached the bottom of the hill, there at the gate was Forgue, walking up and down, apparently waiting for him. He would have pa.s.sed him, but Forgue stepped in front of him.
”Grant,” he said, ”it is well we should understand each other!”
”I think, my lord, if you do not yet understand me, it can scarcely be my fault.”
”What did my father say?”
”I would deliver to your lords.h.i.+p a message he gave me for you but for two reasons--one, that I believe he changed his mind though he did not precisely say so, and the other, that I will not serve him or you in the matter.”
”Then you intend neither to meddle nor make?”
”That is my affair, my lord. I will not take your lords.h.i.+p into my confidence.”
”Don't be unreasonable, now! Do get off your high horse. Can't you understand a fellow? Everybody can't keep his temper as you do! I mean the girl no harm.”
”I will not talk with you about her. And whatever you insist on saying to me, I will use against you without scruple, should occasion offer.”
As he spoke he caught a look on Forgue's face which revealed somehow that it was not for him he had been waiting, but for Eppy. He turned and went back towards the castle: he might meet her! Forgue called after him, but he paid no heed.
As he hastened up the hill, not so much as the rustle of bird or mouse did he hear. He lingered about the top of the road for half an hour, then turned and went to the cobbler's.
He found Doory in great distress; for she was not merely sore troubled about her son's child, but Andrew was in bed and suffering great pain.
The moment Donal saw him he went for the doctor. He said a rib was broken, bound him up, and gave him some medicine. All done that could be done, Donal sat down to watch beside him.
He lay still, with closed eyes and white face. So patient was he that his very pain found utterance in a sort of blind smile. Donal did not know much about pain: he could read in Andrew's look his devotion to the will of him whose being was his peace, but he did not know above what suffering his faith lifted him, and held him hovering yet safe.
His faith made him one with life, the eternal Life--and that is salvation.
In closest contact with the divine, the original relation restored, the source once more holding its issue, the divine love pouring itself into the deepest vessel of the man's being, itself but a vessel for the holding of the diviner and divinest, who can wonder if keenest pain should not be able to quench the smile of the prostrate! Few indeed have reached the point of health to laugh at disease, but are there none? Let not a man say because he cannot that no one can.
The old woman was very calm, only every now and then she would lift her hands and shake her head, and look as if the universe were going to pieces, because her husband lay there by the stroke of the unG.o.dly. And if he had lain there forgotten, then indeed the universe would have been going to pieces! When he coughed, every pang seemed to go through her body to her heart. Love is as lovely in the old as in the young--lovelier when in them, as often, it is more sympathetic and unselfish--that is, more true.
Donal wrote to Mrs. Brookes that he would not be home that night; and having found a messenger at the inn, settled himself to watch by his friend.
The hours glided quietly over. Andrew slept a good deal, and seemed to have pleasant visions. He was finding yet more saving. Now and then his lips would move as if he were holding talk with some friendly soul.
Once Donal heard the murmured words, ”Lord, I'm a' yer ain;” and noted that his sleep grew deeper thereafter. He did not wake till the day began to dawn. Then he asked for some water. Seeing Donal, and divining that he had been by his bedside all the night, he thanked him with a smile and a little nod--which somehow brought to his memory certain words Andrew had spoken on another occasion: ”There's ane, an' there's a'; an' the a' 's ane, an' the ane 's a'.”