But meanwhile it befell that, in London, he was stricken with influenza and with subsequent sorrow.The attack was short but sharp--had it lasted Addie would certainly have come to his aid;most of a blight really in its secondary stage.The good ladies his sitters--the ladies with the frizzled hair, with the diamond earrings, with the chins tending to the massive--left for him, at the door of his lodgings, flowers, soup and love, so that with their assistance he pulled through; but his convalescence was slow and his weakness out of proportion to the muffled shock.He came out, but he went about lame; it tired him to paint--he felt as if he had been ill three months.He strolled in Kensington Gardens when he should have been at work; he sat long on penny chairs and helplessly mused and mooned.Addie desired him to return to Paris, but there were chances under his hand that he felt he had just wit enough left not to relinquish.He would have gone for a week to the sea--he would have gone to Brighton; but Mrs.Bracken had to be finished--Mrs.Bracken was so soon to sail.He just managed to finish her in time--the day before the date fixed for his breaking ground on a greater business still, the circumvallation of Mrs.
Dunn.Mrs.Dunn duly waited on him, and he sat down before her, feeling, however, ere he rose, that he must take a long breath before the attack.While asking himself that night, therefore, where he should best replenish his lungs he received from Addie, who had had from Mrs.Bracken a poor report of him, a communication which, besides being of sudden and startling interest, applied directly to his case.
His friend wrote to him under the lively emotion of having from one day to another become aware of a new relative, an ancient cousin, a sequestered gentlewoman, the sole survival of "the English branch of the family," still resident, at Flickerbridge, in the "old family home," and with whom, that he might immediately betake himself to so auspicious a quarter for change of air, she had already done what was proper to place him, as she said, in touch.
What came of it all, to be brief, was that Granger found himself so placed almost as he read: he was in touch with Miss Wenham of Flickerbridge, to the extent of being in correspondence with her, before twenty-four hours had sped.And on the second day he was in the train, settled for a five-hours' run to the door of this amiable woman who had so abruptly and kindly taken him on trust and of whom but yesterday he had never so much as heard.This was an oddity--the whole incident was--of which, in the corner of his compartment, as he proceeded, he had time to take the size.But the surprise, the incongruity, as he felt, could but deepen as he went.It was a sufficiently queer note, in the light, or the absence of it, of his late experience, that so complex a product as Addie should have ANY simple insular tie; but it was a queerer note still that she should have had one so long only to remain unprofitably unconscious of it.Not to have done something with it, used it, worked it, talked about it at least, and perhaps even written--these things, at the rate she moved, represented a loss of opportunity under which as he saw her, she was peculiarly formed to wince.She was at any rate, it was clear, doing something with it now; using it, working it, certainly, already talking--and, yes, quite possibly writing--about it.She was in short smartly making up what she had missed, and he could take such comfort from his own action as he had been helped to by the rest of the facts, succinctly reported from Paris on the very morning of his start.
