Chapter 32
"The fever has been more than a bugbear to you," she exclaimed, acidity in her tone.
"Yes," he sadly answered.
He drew his chair from the table, where he had been taking some refreshment after his journey, and at that moment the hall clock struck two.
"I am keeping you up very late, Lady G.o.dolphin."
"It is a pleasant change," she answered. "The life here, with Sir George in his delicate state, is so excessively monotonous, that a few nights of sitting up and days of bed, might prove an agreeable variety. Did I understand you rightly--that you intend to start in the morning?"
"If Sir George shall then wish to do so as anxiously as he appeared to wish it to-night. Otherwise, I shall not object to delay it until the following one. I cannot remain longer: business demands my presence at home. And," he added, lowering his voice, "I fear that speed is necessary for my father's sake. If he does not go pretty soon, he may not be able to go at all. It is more than likely that we shall start to-morrow."
"You cannot expect me to be ready in that s.p.a.ce of time."
"Certainly not. Just as you please, Lady G.o.dolphin."
Thomas G.o.dolphin was shown to his room. Margery waylaid him in the corridor and entered it with him. "Did you get my epistle, Mr. Thomas?"
"It was that which brought me here now, Margery. Otherwise, I should not have come until the end of the week."
"Then you would have come too late, sir. Yes, Mr. Thomas, I mean what I say," added the woman, dropping her voice to solemnity. "By dreams and signs and tokens, which I have had----"
"Stay, Margery. You know that I am never very tolerant of your dreams and signs. Let them rest."
"It's true you are not," answered Margery, without the least appearance of discomfiture; "and many's the argument I would have liked to hold with you over it. But you'd never let me. When you were a young man, you'd laugh and joke it down--just as Mr. George might now, were I so foolish as to waste words upon _him_--and since you grew older and steadier you have just put me off as you are doing at this moment. Mr.
Thomas, gifts are different in different people. They are not sent upon all alike: and the Scripture says so. One will see what another can't.
One will play beautiful music, while another can't tell one tune from another. One man has a head for steam-engines and telegraphs, and will put 'em together as if he had a workshop inside him; and another, his own cousin maybe, can hardly tell an engine when he sees it, and couldn't work one out if he lived to be a hundred years old. And so with other things."
"Well?" responded Thomas G.o.dolphin: for Margery paused, as if waiting for an answer.
"And do you suppose, Mr. Thomas, that it's not the same with signs and warnings? It is not given to all to see or understand them. It is not given, as I take it, for many to see or understand them. But it _is_ given to a few. And those few can no more be talked out of knowing that it's truth, than they can be talked out of their own life, or of the skies above 'em. And, Mr. Thomas, it's not only that those who have not the gift can't see or believe for themselves, but they can't be brought to believe that others may do so: and so they laugh at and ridicule it.
Many a time, sir, you have laughed at me."
"You see so many, you know, Margery," said Thomas G.o.dolphin, with a slight smile.
Margery looked at him. "Sometimes I have thought, sir, that you are not quite as unbelieving as you seem. But I know it does not do for a gentleman, high and educated and looked up to in his town, to say he puts faith in such. So I'll not trouble you, Mr. Thomas, with the tokens I have had. I'll not tell you that only last night that ever was, I
"But you are telling me, Margery."
"That's just how you take me up, Mr. Thomas! Well, sir, I say I'll not bring forward these things, but I'll speak of what you may think a surer sign--and that's Sir George's state of health."
"Ay! I can follow you there."
He let her talk on. And she did so, until he was obliged to give her a gentle hint that he should be glad to be alone and get to bed.
The house was awakened before it was yet dawn. Sir George had rung for his servant, had rung for Margery, had rung for the coachman to say the carriage was wanted--in short, had rung for so many, that the whole household was aroused. My lady appeared, in fur slippers and a warm dressing-gown, to know what the commotion could mean. His son Thomas was there, the knight answered. He was sure he had not dreamt it, but that Thomas _had_ come the previous night; he met him at the stile; and Thomas had promised that they should go to Ashlydyat in the early morning.
It appeared he was sane enough to remember that. My lady retired, grumbling; and Margery went and called Thomas.
When Thomas reached the room, Sir George was almost in the last stage of dressing. His own trembling, eager fingers had done as much towards it as his servant. He lifted his face with its ashy hue and its strange yearning. "Thomas, my son, I must hasten back to Ashlydyat. You said I should go there to die."
"Do you wish to start immediately, father?"
"You said I should do so!" he wailed in a tone imploringly earnest. "You said I should start with this morning's dawn."
"Yes, yes," acquiesced Thomas. And he forthwith busied himself to advance the preparations.
The best hour that they could leave the station was a little before nine. No train, except one much earlier, stopped at it before. This gave time to get off comfortably: though Sir George, in his impatience, could with difficulty be induced to sit down to breakfast. My lady came in when they were at the table.
"This is really the most extraordinary proceeding!" she exclaimed, speaking chiefly to Thomas G.o.dolphin. "Were such a thing related to me as taking place in another house I should decline to give credence to it. Are the hours of the day so few that you must choose the gloom of a winter's morning for commencing a journey?"
Thomas glanced at Sir George, as if to draw her attention to him. "My father's anxiety will not allow him to wait, Lady G.o.dolphin. I think it well that we should catch the first train."
"I wash my hands of the journey altogether," said Lady G.o.dolphin. "If Sir George does not reach the other end of it alive, you will have the goodness to remember that _I_ am not to blame. Far better that he were safely kept in his room wrapped up in his dressing-gown in front of a good fire."
"In that case, my lady, I would not answer for it that he reached the end of the day alive," interposed Margery, who was in and out of the room busier than any of them. "Whether Sir George stays, or whether he goes, he'll not last many days," she added in a lower tone, so that it might not reach her master's ear.
"If I must have gone, I would have started at a Christian hour, Sir George," resumed his wife. "Getting us all out of bed as if we were so many milkmaids?"
Sir George looked round, timidity in his voice and manner. Did he fear that she would detain him even now? "You can come on afterwards, you know, Lady G.o.dolphin; we need not hurry you. Oh, I must, I must be at Ashlydyat!"
Thomas G.o.dolphin came to the rescue. "We shall be in the carriage in five minutes, my dear father, if you will only take your breakfast."
And in a little more than five minutes they were seated in it, on their way to the station, Sir George's own man and Margery attending them.
Margery would have deemed it just as possible to cut herself in twain, as to be separated from her master in his present state.
They did not get him that night to Prior's Ash. Thomas feared the long journey for him without a break, so they halted for the night about midway. Singularly to state, Sir George did not utter an impatient word at the delay: from the moment of leaving Broomhead he had become perfectly calm. Whether the fact of his being indisputably on the road had soothed his mind to tranquillity, or whether the strangely eager desire to be home had now left it, certain it was, that he had never mentioned Ashlydyat throughout the day. Of one thing there could be no doubt--that he was fast sinking. Sinking both in mind and body. Margery grew terrified. "Pray Heaven we may get him home!" she aspirated. "Mr.
Thomas, as sure as that we are here, he would have been dead before this, had he stopped at Broomhead!"
In the twilight of the second evening, Sir George was at length once more at Prior's Ash. Thomas had telegraphed their arrival, and Janet was at the station with the carriage. But, with the first few words, Janet perceived that he was perfectly childish. Not only childish, but alarmingly changed. Janet grew pale as she turned to Margery.
"Since when?" she murmured.
"Since many days, off and on; but worse since we left Broomhead yesterday morning. He has been sinking hour by hour. Miss Janet, it's death."
They got him to the Folly. And, in half an hour, the whole of his family were gathered round his death-bed. His partner, Mr. Crosse; the surgeon; and the Rector of All Souls' were also there.
He was rambling for the most part in a disconnected manner: but he recognized them all individually, and occasionally gave utterance to rational remarks, as he might have done had he been in full possession of his senses. He fancied himself at Ashlydyat.
"I could not have died away from it, you know, Crosse," he suddenly cried to that gentleman. "Thomas was for bringing me back to the Folly, but I told him I must go to Ashlydyat. If I did let it to strangers, they could not keep me out of it, when I wanted to go there to die. A G.o.dolphin must not die away from Ashlydyat. Where's Cecil?" he added, after a pause.
Poor Cecil, the tears streaming down her cheeks, was close to him; in view then. "I am here, papa."
The knight laid his hand upon her arm--or rather, essayed to do so, but it fell again. His thoughts seemed to pa.s.s to another subject.
"Crosse, I have been telling Thomas that I should not allow more than three per cent. on those deposits. Have you seen Mainwaring lately?"
Mr. Snow stepped forward and administered something in a wine-gla.s.s.
There appeared to be a difficulty in swallowing, and only part of it was taken. "He grows more restless," said the surgeon in an undertone.