Banked Fires Part 33
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"He thinks the world of you, Honey!"
"Does he?" with an embarra.s.sed laugh. "Then he takes a queer way of showing it."
"That was your fault. You turned him down over Elsie Meek's case, and he was too proud to plead for himself. But I have watched him, Honey, and there isn't a thing you say or do he misses, when you and he are in the same room."
"Your imagination!" Honor said uncomfortably. "You forget he has just been trying to make love to you!"
"True. But he has never been _in love_ with me. It was sheer devilment.
Even I could tell that. Love is such a different thing. Ray loves me.
There is no mistaking it, for it is in his eyes all the time, and proved in a thousand ways."
"Did Captain Dalton say much more about that girl who jilted him?" Honor asked with embarra.s.sment. Joyce had failed to grasp the full significance of Dalton's unhappy experience, and Honor had accordingly derived a wrong impression.
"Only that he loathes her now. That she killed his soul!--which is absurd, seeing that the soul is immortal."
"It can therefore be resurrected."
How, and in which way, Honor had not the slightest idea, but her heart instead of recoiling from the sinner after all she had heard, warmed with sympathy towards him. She could not help a feeling of pity and tolerance for the unfortunate victim of deception who through disillusionment and wounded pride, had gone astray.
When Honor returned home, it was to hear that her mother had gone over to the doctor's bungalow to nurse the patient till professional nurses should arrive; and had left word that her daughter should follow her.
"We have to do our 'duty to our neighbour' no matter how much we may disapprove of him and as no one in the Station is capable of tending the sick with patience and intelligence, I must do it with your help."
So Honor superintended the making of beef-tea for the sick-room, fetched and carried, ran messages, and made herself generally useful, much to Tommy's disgust. It was hateful to him that a man so generally disliked as the Civil Surgeon, should be tenderly cared for by the women he had systematically slighted.
"I don't see it at all," he grumbled to Honor when he caught her on the road on her way home for dinner. "Surely his servants could do what is necessary till the nurses arrive?"
"The least little neglect might cost him his life, Tommy."
"It wouldn't be your fault. For weeks the fellow has not gone near your people."
"Would you have us punish him for that by letting him die of neglect?"
"It is no business of mine, of course."
Honor quite agreed with him, but softened her reproof with a demand for his help. "At any rate, it is everyone's duty to lend a helping hand in times of trouble. We want a message sent to the doctor-_babu_ at the government dispensary, and it is a mercy I have met you." She gave him a list of the things required by the local Railway doctor who was in charge of the case, and Tommy cycled away, obliged to content himself with the joy of serving her whenever and wherever possible.
That evening, while Honor was left on guard at Dalton's bedside to see that he made no attempt in his delirium to rise, she experienced a sudden sinking of the heart in the thought that he might die.
He was very ill.... Pneumonia was one of the most deadly diseases. As yet there was no means of knowing how it would go with him. With gnawing anxiety she watched his flushed face and closed eyes and the rapid rise and fall of his chest. How strong and well-built he was! and yet he lay as weak and helpless as a child.
The thought that he might die was intolerable. It gave her a sense of wild protest, a desire to fight with all power of her mind and will against such a dire possibility. He must not die till he had recovered his faith in human nature, his belief in womanhood. If there were any truth in the New Philosophy he would not die if her determination could sustain him, and help him over the crisis.
"Honey...?" the sick man muttered. His eyes had unclosed and were looking full at her.
"Yes?" she replied, trembling from head to foot with startled surprise at hearing him speak her name.
"Have they let you come at last?" he asked in weak tones.
"They sent for me to help," she returned gently.
"Was it because I wanted you so much? My soul has been crying out for you. There is only one face I see in my dreams, and it is yours. You will not leave me?" he asked breathlessly.
"I will stay as long as they let me," she said kneeling at the bedside that she might not miss a syllable that fell from his lips.
"How did you know that I loved you all the time?"
"I did not know." Surely it was wrong for him to speak when he was so ill? yet she longed to hear more. Every word thrilled her through and through.
"Ever since that day--you remember?--when you came to me for help in your danger and suspense; when I saw into that brave, staunch heart of yours, and, for the first time, knew a true woman!" His face was alight with emotion. It was transformed.
"Oh, hus.h.!.+--you must not talk."
"Yes. I am horribly ill," he panted. "It is ghastly being tucked up like this, unable to get up. But it is worth while if you will stay with me."
A pause while he frowned, chasing a thought. "What was I saying? My mind is so confused."
"It does not matter, I understand."
He caught her hand and pressed it to his burning lips, then laid the cool palm against his rough, unshaven cheek.
"If I have longed for anything it is for this--to hold your hand--so--to feel that you'd care just a little bit whether I lived or died--n.o.body else does on this wide earth!"
"I care a very great deal," she said brokenly. "So much, that I beg of you not to talk. It must hurt."
"Every breath is pain. If I give a shout you must not mind. It is a relief sometimes. Pleurisy is devilish. They told you, I suppose, I have that as well? If I don't pull through----"
"Stop! You shall not say that. You _will_ get well. I know it. I am sure of it," she said. "Try to rest and sleep."
"I shall try, if you say you love me."
"I _love_ you," Honor said with fervour. It did not matter to her that he might presently be rambling and forget all about her and his fevered dreams of her. It was the truth that she loved him, and she spoke from her heart.
He did not seem to hear her, for, already his thoughts wandered. "I keep thinking and dreaming the wildest things and get horribly mixed," he said frowning and puzzled. "Was I buried for days and nights in the ruins--with someone? then how is it I am here?"
"You were buried for one night with Mrs. Meredith, and you were both rescued in the morning."
His eyes contracted suddenly. "A pretty little creature--dear little thing!--brainless, but beautiful. One could be almost fond of her if she did not bore one to tears!" He turned painfully on his side and Honor placed a pillow under his shoulders. "Ah, that's easier!--thanks, nurse," he said mechanically. "Tears?... What about tears? Ah, Mrs.
Meredith's tears. She cried almost as much as the rain, poor kid! and we were nearly washed out--like 'Alice,'" and he laughed huskily, forgetful that he was again in possession of Honor's hand which he held in a vice.
"I am a d.a.m.ned fool to have tried it on with her. Beastly low-down trick," he muttered almost inaudibly. "'You unspeakable cad!' she said, and, by G.o.d! I deserved it. I should have known that she was not the sort to play that rotten game. Ah, well! it is only another item on the debit side of the ledger!" His eyes closed and he drifted into unconsciousness. Honor's hand slipped from his hold and she rose to her knees, choked with grief and longing. Oh, for the right to nurse him tenderly! "Oh, G.o.d! give him to me!" she cried in frenzied prayer.
Dalton did not recognise her again after that, and the next morning Mrs.
Bright handed over the case to the nurses from Calcutta.
CHAPTER XVI
CORNERED
Banked Fires Part 33
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