Part 13 (1/2)

Mrs. Lorrimer went into the morning room, where Hester and Annie were sitting together.

The moment she did so Annie jumped up and came to her.

”How is Nora?” she asked.

”She is much better, my dear; in fact, almost quite like her old self to-day. She cannot, of course, move without the greatest pain, but when she lies perfectly still she is tolerably easy.”

”Then I may go to see her, may I not?” asked Annie.

”If you will promise to be very quiet. It would not do to excite her in any way.”

”There never was such a good nurse as Annie,” exclaimed Hester. ”She has a soothing influence over sick people which is quite marvellous. Did I ever tell you how she saved Nan's life years ago at Lavender House?”

”Oh, that's an old story,” said Annie, laughing and reddening. ”Well, granted that I possess a sort of mesmerism, may I use it for Nora's benefit?”

”Certainly, my love,” said Mrs. Lorrimer, smiling affectionately at Annie's bright face.

She ran off, singing as she went.

Nora was lying perfectly flat on the little bed which had been hastily improvised for her in the study. The room was now turned into a comfortable bedroom, but was also in part a sitting-room. A large screen effectually shut away the bedroom part of the furniture and partly screened Nora also.

Annie had not gone straight to the sick room. She had rushed first into the conservatory and made frantic mad havoc amongst the roses there. The choicest blooms, any quant.i.ty of unopened buds, were cut by her reckless fingers. She gathered a whole quant.i.ty of maidenhair to mix with the roses, and then, a tender colour on her own cheeks, her dark eyes bright as well as soft, she appeared like a radiant vision before the tired, sad eyes of the sick child.

Nora was just well enough to feel the monotony of her present position, to think longingly of the life of active movement which was hers at the Towers. Even lessons in the old schoolroom, even that hateful darning and mending to which she had to devote a portion of her time each day, seemed delightful in contrast to her present inertia. She was thinking of Friar's Wood and of Annie's bright face just when Annie herself, looking like a bit of the summer morning, appeared in view.

”Now, don't get excited,” said Annie smiling at her. ”You'll see such a lot of me during the next few weeks that you need not get into a state just because I've come into the room. I feel that in a certain fas.h.i.+on I am to blame for your accident, so I am going to take your amus.e.m.e.nts upon my shoulders; and if you just allow me to manage matters, I'll promise that you shan't have a dull time while you are getting well.

Have you a headache?”

”No, not a bit.”

”That's all right; then you won't mind my talking. Are you fond of pretty things?”

”Yes, very fond.”

”Well, I'll sit here, just where you can comfortably see the flowers and me. I expect we'll make a very pretty picture, but you need not say so.

I wonder where there's a looking-gla.s.s. Oh, yes, in that corner, decently covered with an antimaca.s.sar. Well, then, gla.s.s, you have got to uncover for my benefit. I wish to see whether I look pretty or not.”

Annie danced up to the gla.s.s; Nora could watch her each movement.

Her steps were as light as a sylph's, nothing rattled in the sick-room as she moved about it. She took up a comb and re-arranged her dark, curling hair. She placed a rose in her belt, nodded to her own bright image, and then, seating herself before a small table, began to arrange the flowers. ”Nora, you can't think what a ma.s.s of roses there are in the green-house this morning. Of course the garden is full, too, but I did not wait to go to the garden to get these for you. You can watch me just as long as you fancy and then shut your eyes. These half-open buds are to be placed on a table close to you, where you can smell them. The other flowers we'll put here and there about the room. It's a good thing you were brought into this pretty study, for from where you lie you can fancy you are in a sitting-room, and that you are just having a stretch on the sofa to rest yourself. Fancy goes a long way, doesn't it?”

”I don't know,” replied Nora. ”I'm afraid I can't fancy that.”

Tears filled her eyes as she spoke.

”How cool you look,” she said presently, ”and--and active and happy.”

”It wouldn't do for me to look unhappy when I am with you, would it?”

asked Annie. ”Now tell me, do you like this dress?”