Double Harness Part 11
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"Oh, yes, much simpler--not, of course, without its----"
"And more free from danger?"
"Yes, though----"
"Practically free from danger to my wife?"
"Yes; I think I can say practically free in the case of so good a subject as Mrs. Imason."
Grantley thought for a minute.
"You probably wouldn't object to my having another opinion?" he asked.
Relief was obvious on old Gardiner's face.
"I should welcome it," he said. "The responsibility in such a case is so great that----"
"Tell me the best man, and I'll wire for him at once."
Even on this point Gardiner hesitated, till Grantley named a man known to everybody; him Gardiner at once accepted.
"Very well; and I'll see my wife as soon as you think it desirable." He paused a moment, and then went on: "If I understand the case right, I haven't a moment's hesitation in my mind. But I should like to ask you one question: am I right in supposing that your practice is to prefer the mother's life to the child's?"
"That's the British medical practice, Mr. Imason, where the alternative is as you put it. But there are, of course, degrees of danger, and these would influence----"
"You've told me the danger might be serious. That's enough. Dr.
Gardiner, pending the arrival of your colleague, the only thing--the only thing--you have to think of is my wife. Those are my definite wishes, please. You'll remain here, of course? Thank you. We'll have another talk later. I want to speak to Jeremy now."
He turned towards the window, meaning to join Jeremy in the garden and report to him. Mrs. Mumple came forward, waving her hands helplessly and weeping profusely.
"Oh, Mr. Imason, imagine the poor, poor little child!" she stammered. "I can't bear to think of it."
Grantley's impatience broke out in savage bluntness.
"Against her I don't care that for the child!" he said, snapping his fingers as he went out.
CHAPTER VI
NOT PEACE BUT A SWORD
No doubt the bodily shock, the laceration of her nerves, and the condition she was in had something to do with the way Sibylla looked at the matter and with the att.i.tude which she took up. These accidental circ.u.mstances gave added force to what was the natural outcome of her disposition. A further current of feeling, sweeping her in the same direction, lay in the blame which she eagerly fastened on herself. Her wilfulness and heedlessness cried out to her for an atonement; she was eager to make an appeasing sacrifice and caught at the opportunity, embracing readily the worst view of the case, drawing from that view an unhesitating conclusion as to what her duty was. Thus deduced, the duty became a feverish desire, and her only fear was that she might be baulked of its realisation. She had risked her child's life; let her risk her life for her child. That idea was by itself, and by its innate propriety, enough to inspire her mind and to decide her will. It was but to acc.u.mulate reasons beyond need when she reminded herself that even before the accident all her weal had hung on the child, every chance that remained of overcoming certain failure, of achieving still the splendid success of which she had dreamed, in her life and marriage. The specialist was to arrive the next morning; she was reluctant to wait even for that. Old Gardiner was for her an all-wise all-sufficient oracle of the facts, because he had declared them to be such as fitted into the demands of her heart and of her mood. Left to herself, she would have constrained his fears, overborne his doubts, and forced him to her will; he would have stammered all in vain about what was the British medical practice. As it was, open-eyed, refusing to seek sleep, strung up by excitement, all through the evening she battled against her husband for her way.
If she had no hesitation in one view, Grantley never wavered from the other. The plain unreasonableness of not awaiting the specialist's verdict was not hard to enforce. Sibylla, professing to yield, yet still a.s.sumed what the verdict should be, and pressed for a promise. At first he evaded her urgency by every device of soothing counsels, of entreaties that she would rest, of affectionate reproofs. She would not allow evasion. Then when his refusal came, it came tenderly, inspired by his love for her, based on an appeal to that. It was on this that he had relied. He was puzzled that it failed of the full effect he had looked for; and, beyond the puzzle, gradually a sense of bitter hurt and soreness grew up in his mind. He did not know of the secret connection in her thoughts between the child and an ideal perfecting of the love between her and him; she was at once too centred on her own desire to make him see, and too persuaded that such hopes must be secret if they were to remain hopes at all. He saw only that when he persuaded, cajoled, flattered, and caressed as a lover he failed. His power seemed gone. Her appeal was to him in another character, and that very fact seemed to put him on a lower plane. He had not doubted, for a moment, what came first to him--it was her life, her well-being, his love of her. As she persisted in her battle, the feeling grew that she made an inadequate return, and showed an appreciation short of what was his due.
Gradually his manner hardened, his decision was expressed more firmly; he stiffened into a direct antagonism, and interposed his will and his authority to effect what his love and his entreaties had failed to do.
He never lacked courtesy; he could not, under such circ.u.mstances as these, desire to fail in gentleness. But it was his will against hers now, and what his will was he conveyed clearly.
A trained nurse had arrived from Fairhaven; but Sibylla vehemently preferred the presence of Mrs. Mumple, and it was Mrs. Mumple whom Grantley left with her when he came down to his study about midnight. He had not dined, and a cold supper was laid out on the table. Jeremy was there, trying to read, eyeing the supper ravenously, yet ashamed of being hungry. He fell on the beef with avidity when Grantley observed that anyhow starving themselves could serve no useful purpose. Grantley was worried, but not anxious; he had confidence in the specialist, and even in Gardiner's view there was no danger if the right course were followed. To the disappointment which that course involved he had schooled himself, accepting it almost gladly as by so far the lesser evil.
"If you were to talk to Sibylla now," he said, "I think you'd be reminded of those old days you once told me about. Fate has thumped her pretty severely for anything she did, but she's mortally anxious to be thumped more, and very angry with me because I won't allow it. Upon my word, I believe she'd be disappointed if Tarlton told us that the thing wasn't so bad after all, and that everything would go right without anything being done."
"I daresay she would; but there's no chance of that?"
"Well, I'm afraid not. One must believe one's medical man, I suppose, even if he's old Gardiner--and he seems quite sure of it." Grantley drank and sighed. "It's uncommonly perverse, when everything was so prosperous before."
The day had left its traces on Jeremy. Though he had not told Grantley so, yet when he saw Sibylla thrown he had made no doubt she was killed--and she was the one person in the world whom he deeply loved.
That fear was off him now, but the memory of it softened him towards her--even towards her foolishness, which he had been wont to divide very distinctly from her, and to consider himself free to deal with faithfully.
"At best it'll be a most awful disappointment to her."
"Yes, it must be that--and to me too," said Grantley.
"She was just living in and for the thing, you know."
Grantley made no answer this time; a shade of annoyance pa.s.sed over his face.
"She never could give herself to more than one thing at a time--with her that one thing was always the whole hog, and there was nothing else.
That's just how it's been now."
Jeremy's words showed true sympathy, and, moreover, a new absence of shame in expressing it; but Grantley did not accord them much apparent welcome. They came too near to confirming his suspicions; they harmonised too well with the soreness which remained from his impotent entreaties and unpersuasive caresses. Again without answering, he got up and lit his cigar.
"Oh, by the way," Jeremy went on, "while you were with Sibylla that girl from the rectory came up--you know, Dora Hutting--to ask after Sibylla and say they were all awfully sorry and anxious, and all that, you know."
"Very kind of them. I hope you told her so, and said what you could?"
"Yes, that's all right. The girl seems awfully fond of Sibylla, Grantley. By Jove, when we got talking about her, she--she began to cry!"
Grantley turned round, smiling at the unaccustomed note of pathos struck by Jeremy's tone.
"Rather decent of her, wasn't it?" asked Jeremy.
"Very nice. Did you console her?"
"Oh, I didn't see what the devil I could say! Besides I didn't feel very comfortable--it was rather awkward."
"I believe the girl's afraid of me--she always seems to come here when I'm away. Is she a pleasant girl, Jeremy?"
"Oh, she--she seemed all right; and I--I liked the way she felt about Sibylla."
"So do I, and I'll thank her for it. Is she getting at all prettier?"
"Well, I shouldn't call her bad-looking, don't you know!"
"She used to be a bit spotty," yawned Grantley.
"I don't think she's spotty now."
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