This Man's Wife Part 45
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"I was attacked--by some ruffian," said Hallam hoa.r.s.ely, as the water trickled and plashed back in the basin. "He struck me with a bludgeon and left me senseless. When I came to he was gone."
"Robert, you horrify me!" cried Millicent. "This is dreadful."
"Might have been worse," he said coolly. "There, now dry it, and listen to me the while."
"Yes, Robert," she said, forcing herself to be firm, and to listen to the words in spite of the curious doubting trouble that would oppress her.
"As soon as I go upstairs to put a few things together and get some papers, you will put on your bonnet and cloak, and dress Julie."
"Dress Julie!"
"Yes," he said harshly, "without you wish me to leave you behind."
"You are going away, then?"
"Yes, I am going away," he said bitterly, "after hesitating, with a fool's hesitation, all these days. I ought to have gone before."
"How strangely you speak!" she said.
"Don't waste time. Now go."
"One word, love," she whispered imploringly; "do we go for long?"
"No; not for long," he said. And then, with an impatient gesture: "Bah!" he exclaimed; "yes, for ever."
She shrank from him in alarm.
"Well," he said harshly, as he glanced at his injury in the mirror, "you are hesitating. I do not force you. I am your husband, and I have a right to command; but I leave you free. Do you wish to stay?"
A feeling of despair so terrible that it seemed crus.h.i.+ng came over Millicent. To go from the home of her childhood--to flee like this with her husband, probably in disgrace, even if only through suspicion--was for the moment more than she could bear; and as he saw her momentary hesitation, an ugly sneering laugh came upon his face. It faded, though, as she calmly laid her hand upon his arm.
"Am I to take any luggage?" she said.
"Nothing but your few ornaments of value. Be quick."
She raised her lips and kissed him, and then seemed to glide out of the room.
"Yes," he said, "I have been a fool and an idiot not to have gone before. Curse the fellow: who could it be?" he cried, as he pressed his hand to his injured forehead.
He took out his keys and opened a drawer in a cabinet, taking from it a hammer and cold chisel, and then stood thinking for a few moments before hurrying out, and into a little lobby behind the hall, from which he brought a small carpet-bag.
"That will just hold it," he said, "and a few of the things that she is sure to have."
He turned into the dining-room, going softly, as if he were engaged in some nefarious act. Then he picked up the hammer and chisel, and was about to return into the hall, when he heard a low murmur, which seemed to be increasing, and with it the trampling of feet, and shouts of excited men.
"What's that?" he cried, with his countenance growing ghastly pale; and the cold chisel fell to the floor with a clang.
VOLUME TWO, CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
A HUMAN STORM.
The woman who had been acting the part of nurse to old Gemp was seated by the table, busily knitting a pair of blue worsted stockings by the light of a tallow candle, and every few minutes the snuff had so increased, and began to show so fungus-like a head, that the needles had to be left, a pair of snuffers taken out of their home in a niche that ran through the stem of the tin candlestick, and used to cut off the light-destroying snuff, with the effect that the snuffers were not sufficiently pinched to, and a thread of pale blue smoke rose from the incandescence within, and certainly with no good effect as far as fragrance was concerned.
Old Gemp had become a great deal better. He had been up and dressed, and sat by the fireside for a couple of hours that afternoon, and had then expressed his determination not to go to bed.
But his opposition was very slight, and he was got to bed, where he seemed to be lying thinking, and trying to recall something which evidently puzzled him. In fact all at once he called his nurse.
"Mrs Preddle! Mrs Preddle!"
"Yes," said that lady with a weary air.
"What was I thinking about when I was took badly?"
"I don't know," said the woman sourly. "About somebody else's business, I suppose."
Old Gemp grunted, and shook his head. Then he was silent, and lay staring about the room, pa.s.sing his hand across his forehead every now and then, or shaving himself with one finger, with which all at once he would point at his nurse.
"I say!" he cried sharply.
"Bless the man! how you made me jump!" cried Mrs Preddle. "And, for goodness' sake, don't point at me like that! Easy to see you're getting better, and won't want me long."
"No, no! don't go away!" he exclaimed. "I can't think about it."
"Well, and no wonder neither! Why, bless the man! people don't have bad fits o' 'plexy and not feel nothing after! There, lie still, and go to sleep, there's a good soul! It'll do you good."
Mrs Preddle snuffed the candle again, and made another unpleasant smell of burning, but paid no heed to it, fifty years of practice having accustomed her to that odour--an extremely common one in those days, when in every little town there was a tallow-melter, the fumes of whose works at certain times made themselves pretty well-known for some distance round.
The question was repeated by old Gemp at intervals all through the evening--"What was I thinking about when I was took badly?" and Mrs Preddle became irritated by his persistence.
But this made no difference whatever to the old man, who sc.r.a.ped his stubbly chin with his finger, and then pointed, to ask again. For the trouble that had been upon his mind when he was stricken hung over him like a dark cloud, and he was always fighting mentally to learn what it all meant.
"What was it?--what was it? What was I thinking about?" Over and over and over, and no answer would come. Mrs Preddle went on with her knitting, and e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed "Bless the man!" and dropped st.i.tches, and picked them up again, and at last grew so angry, that, upon old Gemp asking her, for about the hundredth time that night, that same wearisome question, she cried out:
"Drat the man! how should I know? Look ye here, if you--Oh! I won't stand no more of this nonsense?" She rose and went into the kitchen.
"Doctor Luttrell said if he got more restless he was to have it," she grumbled to herself, "and he's quite unbearable to-night!"
She poured out a double dose from a bottle left in her charge, and chuckled as she said to herself, "That'll quiet him for the night."
Old Gemp was sitting up in bed when she returned to the bed-room; and once more his pointing finger rose, and he was about to speak, when Mrs Preddle interfered.
"There, that'll do, my dear! and now you've got to take this here physic directly, to do you good."
The old man looked at her in a vacant, helpless way for a few moments, and then his countenance grew angry, and he motioned the medicine aside.
"Oh, come now, it's of no use! You've got to take it, so now then!"
She pressed the cup towards his lips; but the old man struck at it angrily, and it flew across the room, splas.h.i.+ng the bed with the opium-impregnated liquid, and then shattering on the cemented floor.
"Well, of all the owd rips as ever I did see!" cried the woman. "Oh, you are better, then!"
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