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CHAPTER THE FIFTY-SECOND.
THE APPARITION.
THE night had advanced. It was close on twelve oâclock when Anne heard the servantâs voice, outside her bedroom door, asking leave to speak with her for a moment.
âWhat is it?â
âThe gentleman down stairs wishes to see you, maâam.â
âDo you mean Mr. Delamaynâs brother?â
âYes.â
âWhere is Mr. Delamayn?â
âOut in the garden, maâam.â
Anne went down stairs, and found Julius alone in the drawing-room.
âI am sorry to disturb you,â he said. âI am afraid Geoffrey is ill. The landlady has gone to bed, I am toldâand I donât know where to apply for medical assistance. Do you know of any doctor in the neighborhood?â
Anne, like Julius, was a perfect stranger to the neighborhood. She suggested making inquiry of the servant. On speaking to the girl, it turned out that she knew of a medical man, living within ten minutesâ walk of the cottage. She could give plain directions enabling any person to find the placeâbut she was afraid, at that hour of the night and in that lonely neighborhood, to go out by herself.
âIs he seriously ill?â Anne asked.
âHe is in such a state of nervous irritability,â said Julius, âthat he canât remain still for two moments together in the same place. It began with incessant restlessness while he was reading here. I persuaded him to go to bed. He couldnât lie still for an instantâhe came down again, burning with fever, and more restless than ever. He is out in the garden in spite of every thing I could do to prevent him; trying, as he says, to ârun it off.â It appears to be serious to me.. Come and judge for yourself.â
He led Anne into the next room; and, opening the shutter, pointed to the garden.
The clouds had cleared off; the night was fine. The clear starlight showed Geoffrey, stripped to his shirt and drawers, running round and round the garden. He apparently believed himself to be contending at the Fulham foot-race. At times, as the white figure circled round and round in the star-light, they heard him cheering for âthe South.â The slackening thump of his feet on the ground, the heavier and heavier gasps in which he drew his breath, as he passed the window, gave warning that his strength was failing him. Exhaustion, if it led to no worse consequences, would force him to return to the house. In the state of his brain at that moment who could say what the result might be, if medical help was not called in?
âI will go for the doctor,â said Julius, âif you donât mind my leaving you.â
It was impossible for Anne to set any apprehensions of her own against the plain necessity for summoning assistance. They found the key of the gate in the pocket of Geoffreyâs coat up stairs. Anne went with Julius to let him out. âHow can I thank you!â she said, gratefully. âWhat should I have done without you!â
âI wonât be a moment longer than I can help,â he answered, and left her.
She secured the gate again, and went back to the cottage. The servant met her at the door, and proposed calling up Hester Dethridge.
âWe donât know what the master may do while his brotherâs away,â said the girl. âAnd one more of us isnât one too many, when we are only women in the house.â
âYou are quite right,â said Anne. âWake your mistress.â
After ascending the stairs, they looked out into the garden, through the window at the end of the passage on the upper floor. He was still going round and round, but very slowly: his pace was fast slackening to a walk.
Anne went back to her room, and waited near the open doorâready to close and fasten it instantly if any thing occurred to alarm her. âHow changed I am!â she thought to herself. âEvery thing frightens me, now.â
The inference was the natural oneâbut not the true one. The change was not in herself, but in the situation in which she was placed. Her position during the investigation at Lady Lundieâs house had tried her moral courage only. It had exacted from her one of those noble efforts of self-sacrifice which the hidden forces in a womanâs nature are essentially capable of making. Her position at the cottage tried her physical courage: it called on her to rise superior to the sense of actual bodily dangerâwhile that danger was lurking in the dark. There, the womanâs nature sank under the stress laid on itâthere, her courage could strike no root in the strength of her loveâthere, the animal instincts were the instincts appealed to; and the firmness wanted was the firmness of a man.
Hester Dethridgeâs door opened. She walked straight into Anneâs room.
The yellow clay-cold color of her face showed a faint flush of warmth; its deathlike stillness was stirred by a touch of life. The stony eyes, fixed as ever in their gaze, shone strangely with a dim inner lustre. Her gray hair, so neatly arranged at other times, was in disorder under her cap. All her movements were quicker than usual. Something had roused the stagnant vitality in the womanâit was working in her mind; it was forcing itself outward into her face. The servants at Windygates, in past times, had seen these signs, and had known them for a warning to leave Hester Dethridge to herself.
Anne asked her if she had heard what had happened.
She bowed her head.
âI hope you donât mind being disturbed?â
She wrote on her slate: âIâm glad to be disturbed. I have been dreaming bad dreams. Itâs good for me to be wakened, when sleep takes me backward in my life. Whatâs wrong with you? Frightened?â
âYes.â
She wrote again, and pointed toward the garden with one hand, while she held the slate up with the other: âFrightened of him?â
âTerribly frightened.â
She wrote for the third time, and offered the slate to Anne with a ghastly smile: âI have been through it all. I know. Youâre only at the beginning now. Heâll put the wrinkles in your face, and the gray in your hair. There will come a time when youâll wish yourself dead and buried. You will live through it, for all that. Look at Me.â
As she read the last three words, Anne heard the garden door below opened and banged to again. She caught Hester Dethridge by the arm, and listened. The tramp of Geoffreyâs feet, staggering heavily in the passage, gave token of his approach to the stairs. He was talking to himself, still possessed by the delusion that he was at the foot-race. âFive to four on Delamayn. Delamaynâs won. Three cheers for the South, and one cheer more. Devilish long race. Night already! Perry! whereâs Perry?â
He advanced, staggering from side to side of the passage. The stairs below creaked as he set his foot on them. Hester Dethridge dragged herself free from Anne, advanced, with her candle in her hand, and threw open Geoffreyâs bedroom door; returned to the head of the stairs; and stood there, firm as a rock, waiting for him. He looked up, as he set his foot on the next stair, and met the view of Hesterâs face, brightly illuminated by the candle, looking down at him. On the instant he stopped, rooted to the place on which he stood. âGhost! witch! devil!â he cried out, âtake your eyes off me!â He shook his fist at her furiously, with an oathâsprang back into the hallâand shut himself into the dining-room from the sight of her. The panic which had seized him once already in the kitchen-garden at Windygates, under the eyes of the dumb cook, had fastened its hold on him once more. Frightenedâabsolutely frightenedâof Hester Dethridge!
The gate bell rang. Julius had returned with the doctor.
Anne gave the key to the girl to let them in. Hester wrote on her slate, as composedly as if nothing had happened: âTheyâll find me in the kitchen, if they want me. I shaânât go back to my bedroom. My bedroomâs full of bad dreams.â She descended the stairs. Anne waited in the upper passage, looking over into the hall below. âYour brother is in the drawing-room,â she called down to Julius. âThe landlady is in the kitchen, if you want her.â She returned to her room, and waited for what might happen next.
After a brief interval she heard the drawing-room door open, and the voices of the men out side. There seemed to be some difficulty in persuading Geoffrey to ascend the stairs; he persisted in declaring that Hester Dethridge was waiting for him at the top of them. After a little they persuaded him that the way was free. Anne heard them ascend the stairs and close his bedroom door.
Another and a longer interval passed before the door opened again. The doctor was going away. He said his parting words to Julius in the passage. âLook in at him from time to time through the night, and give him another dose of the sedative mixture if he wakes. There is nothing to b e alarmed about in the restlessness and the fever. They are only the outward manifestations of some serious mischief hidden under them. Send for the medical man who has last attended him. Knowledge of the patientâs constitution is very important knowledge in this case.â
As Julius returned from letting the doctor out, Anne met him in the hall. She was at once struck by the worn look in his face, and by the fatigue which expressed itself in all his movements.
âYou want rest,â she said. âPray go to your room. I have heard what the doctor said to you. Leave it to the landlady and to me to sit up.â
Julius owned that he had been traveling from Scotland during the previous night. But he was unwilling to abandon the responsibility of watching his brother. âYou are not strong enough, I am sure, to take my place,â he said, kindly. âAnd Geoffrey has some unreasoning horror of the landlady which makes it very undesirable that he should see her again, in his present state. I will go up to my room, and rest on the bed. If you hear any thing you have only to come and call me.â
An hour more passed.
Anne went to Geoffreyâs door and listened. He was stirring in his bed, and muttering to himself. She went on to the door of the next room, which Julius had left partly open. Fatigue had overpowered him; she heard, within, the quiet breathing of a man in a sound sleep. Anne turned back again resolved not to disturb him.
At the head of the stairs she hesitatedânot knowing what to do. Her horror of entering Geoffreyâs room, by herself, was insurmountable. But who else was to do it? âThe girl had gone to bed. The reason which Julius had given for not employing the assistance of Hester Dethridge was unanswerable. She listened again at Geoffreyâs door. No sound was now audible in the room to a person in the passage outside. Would it be well to look in, and make sure that he had only fallen asleep again? She hesitated once moreâshe was still hesitating, when Hester Dethridge appeared from the kitchen.
She joined Anne at the top of
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