"Not a bit.Poor young body!she's never seen anybody so.She fancies him no worse than he has been,and has got over it.She WOULDN'T think else.She be a good daughter to him--that she be!"We all sat silent;and then John said,in a low voice--"Mrs.Tod,she ought to be told--and you would be the best person to tell her."But the soft-hearted landlady recoiled from the task."If Tod were at home now--he that is so full o'wisdom learnt in 'the kirk'--""I think,"said John,hastily interrupting,"that a woman would be the best.But if you object,and as Doctor Brown will not be here till to-morrow--and as there is no one else to perform such a trying duty--it seems--that is,I believe"--here his rather formal speech failed.He ended it abruptly--"If you like I will tell her myself."Mrs.Tod overwhelmed him with thankfulness.
"How shall I meet her,then?If it were done by chance it would be best.""I'll manage it somehow.The house is very quiet:I've sent all the children away,except the baby.The baby'll comfort her,poor dear!afterwards."And,again drying her honest eyes,Mrs.Tod ran out of the room.
We could do nothing at all that morning.The impending sorrow might have been our own,instead of that of people who three weeks ago were perfect strangers.We sat and talked--less,perhaps,of them individually,than of the dark Angel,whom face to face I at least had never yet known--who even now stood at the door of our little habitation,making its various inmates feel as one family,in the presence of the great leveller of all things--Death.
Hour by hour of that long day the rain fell down--pouring,pouring--shutting us up,as it were,from the world without,and obliterating every thought,save of what was happening under our one roof--that awful change which was taking place in the upper room,in the other half of the house,whence the moans descended,and whence Mrs.Tod came out from time to time,hurrying mournfully to inform "Mr.
Halifax"how things went on.
It was nearly dusk before she told us Mr.March was asleep,that his daughter had at last been persuaded to come down-stairs,and was standing drinking "a cup o'tea"by the kitchen fire.
"You must go now,sir;she'll not stop five minutes.Please go.""I will,"he answered;but he turned frightfully pale."Phineas--don't let her see us both.Stay without the door.If there were anybody to tell her this but me!""Do you hesitate?"
"No--No."
And he went out.I did not follow him;but I heard afterwards,both from himself and Mrs.Tod,what transpired.
She was standing so absorbed that she did not notice his entrance.
She looked years older and sadder than the young girl who had stood by the stream-side less than a week ago.When she turned and spoke to John it was with a manner also changed.No hesitation,no shyness;trouble had put aside both.
"Thank you,my father is indeed seriously ill.I am in great trouble,you see,though Mrs.Tod is very,very kind.Don't cry so,good Mrs.Tod;I can't cry,I dare not.If I once began I should never stop,and then how could I help my poor father?There now,there!"She laid her hand,with its soft,fluttering motions,on the good woman's shoulder,and looked up at John.He said afterwards that those dry,tearless eyes smote him to the heart.
"Why does she sob so,Mr Halifax?Papa will be better tomorrow,I am sure.""I HOPE so,"he answered,dwelling on the word;"we should always hope to the very last.""The last?"with a quick,startled glance.
"And then we can only trust."
Something more than the MERE words struck her.She examined him closely for a minute.
"You mean--yes--I understand what you mean.But you are mistaken.
The doctor would have told me--if--if--"she shivered,and left the sentence unfinished.
"Dr.Brown was afraid--we were all afraid,"broke in Mrs.Tod,sobbing."Only Mr.Halifax,he said--"Miss March turned abruptly to John.That woeful gaze of hers could be answered by no words.I believe he took her hand,but I cannot tell.One thing I can tell,for she said it to me herself afterwards,that he seemed to look down upon her like a strong,pitiful,comforting angel;a messenger sent by God.
Then she broke away,and flew up-stairs.John came in again to me,and sat down.He did not speak for many minutes.
After an interval--I know not how long--we heard Mrs.Tod calling loudly for "Mr.Halifax."We both ran through the empty kitchen to the foot of the stairs that led to Mr.March's room.
Mr.March's room!Alas,he owned nothing now on this fleeting,perishable earth of ours.He had gone from it:the spirit stealing quietly away in sleep.He belonged now to the world everlasting.
Peace be to him!whatever his life had been,he was HER father.
Mrs.Tod sat half-way down the stair-case,holding Ursula March across her knees.The poor creature was insensible,or nearly so.
She--we learnt--had been composed under the terrible discovery made when she returned to his room;and when all restorative means failed,the fact of death became certain,she had herself closed her father's eyes,and kissed him,then tried to walk from the room--but at the third step she dropped quietly down.
There she lay;physical weakness conquering the strong heart:she lay,overcome at last.There was no more to bear.Had there been,Ithink she would have been able to have borne it still.
John took her in his arms;I know not if he took her,or Mrs.Tod gave her to him--but there she was.He carried her across the kitchen into our own little parlour,and laid her down on my sofa.
"Shut the door,Phineas.Mrs.Tod,keep everybody out.She is waking now."She did,indeed,open her eyes,with a long sigh,but closed them again.Then with an effort she sat upright,and looked at us all around.
"Oh,my dear!my dear!"moaned Mrs.Tod,clasping her,and sobbing over her like a child."Cry,do cry!""I CAN'T,"she said,and lay down again.
We stood awed,watching that poor,pale face,on every line of which was written stunned,motionless,impassive grief.For John--two minutes of such a gaze as his might in a man's heart do the work of years.
"She must be roused,"he said at last."She MUST cry.Mrs.Tod,take her up-stairs.Let her look at her father."The word effected what he desired;what almost her life demanded.
She clung round Mrs.Tod's neck in torrents of weeping.
"Now,Phineas,let us go away."
And he went,walking almost like one blindfold,straight out of the house,I following him.
