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'You know I always go in and read a chapter to mother at tea, child. 'I know you do. You're an angel, Miss Henschil patted the blue shoulder next her. 'Mother's Church of England now, she explained. 'But she'll have her Bible with her pikelets at tea every night like the Skinners. 'It was Naaman and Gehazi last Tuesday that gave me a clue.
Ask her, child. Ask her and be done with it once for all. 'I will, said Conroy.... 'There ought to be He opened his bag and hunted breathlessly. 'Bless you! Oh, God bless you, Nursey! Miss Henschil was sobbing. 'You don't know what this means to me. It takes it all off from the beginning. 'But doesn't it make any difference to you now? the nurse asked curiously.
There! Nurse Blaber slapped her knee with her little hand triumphantly. 'Would that account for it? Miss Henschil shook from head to foot. 'Absolutely. I don't care who you ask! You never imagined the thing. It was laid on you. It happened on earth to you! Quick, Mr. Conroy, she's too heavy for me! I'll get the flask.
'It's all right, said Conroy, stooping under the lamp, Bradshaw in hand. 'Quick, then, said Nurse Blaber. 'We've passed Gillingham quite a while. You'd better take some of our sandwiches. She went out to get them. Conroy and Miss Henschil would have danced, but there is no room for giants in a South-Western compartment. 'Good-bye, good luck, lad. Eh, but you've changed already like me.
'Now that you're rightfully a woman? Conroy, busy with his bag, had not heard. Miss Henschil stared across, and her beauty, freed from the shadow of any fear, blazed up within her. 'I see what you mean, she said. 'But it hasn't changed anything. I want Toots. He has never been out of his mind in his life except over silly me.
Conroy. Sir John Chartres stumped out, saying to Gilbert in the corridor, 'It's all very fine, but the question is shall I or we "Sir Pandarus of Troy become," eh? We're bound to think of the children. 'Have you been vetted? said Miss Henschil, a few minutes after the train started. 'May I sit with you? I I don't trust myself yet. I can't give up as easily as you can, seemingly. 'Can't you?
The telegram handed in at Hereford at 12.46 and delivered to Miss Henschil on the beach of a certain village at 2.7 ran thus: "Absolutely confirmed. She says she remembers hearing noise of accident in engine-room returning from India eighty-five." 'He means the year, not the thermometer, said Nurse Blaber, throwing pebbles at the cold sea. "And two men scalded thus explaining my hoots."
And yet, of course, you're wonderfully handsome. How d'you account for it, Nursey? Nurse Blaber shook her head. 'I was hired to cure you of a habit, dear. When you're cured I shall go on to the next case that senile-decay one at Bourne-mouth I told you about. 'And I shall be left alone with George! But suppose it isn't cured, said Miss Henschil of a sudden. Suppose it comes back again.
'He's one of the soul-weary too, Nursey. 'I know it. But when one has just given it up a full meal doesn't agree. That's why I've only brought you bread and butter. She went out quietly, and Conroy reddened. 'We're still children, you see, said Miss Henschil. 'But I'm well enough to feel some shame of it. D'you take sugar?
Then she said, between adding totals of best, guest, and servants' sheets, 'But why should our times have been the same, Nursey? 'Because a child is born somewhere every second of the clock, Nurse Blaber answered. 'And besides that, you probably set each other off by talking and thinking about it. You shouldn't, you know. 'Ay, but you've never been in Hell, said Miss Henschil.
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