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Updated: June 12, 2025
Drunken Bet lay on it, a bundle of clothing over which the doctor bent for but a few minutes before he turned away. Antony Dart, standing near the door, heard Miss Montaubyn speak to him in a whisper. "May I go to 'er?" and the doctor nodded. She limped lightly forward and her small face was white, but expectant still. What could she expect now O Lord, what? An extraordinary thing happened.
He had even been at moments a desperate man thinking desperate things himself, though no human being had ever suspected the fact. This man had faced some tragedy, he could see. Had he been on the verge of a crime had he looked murder in the eyes? What had made him pause? Was it possible that the dream of Jinny Montaubyn being in the air had reached his brain his being?
Mysteriously the clouds were clearing from the sodden face mysteriously. Miss Montaubyn watched them as they were swept away! A minute two minutes and they were gone. Then she rose noiselessly and stood looking down, speaking quite simply as if to herself. "Ah," she breathed, "she DOES know now fer sure an' certain."
He looked almost appealingly at him, but he only said aloud: "Let us go upstairs, then." So they went. As they passed the door of the room where the dead woman lay Dart went in and spoke to Miss Montaubyn, who was still there. "If there are things wanted here," he said, "this will buy them." And he put some money into her hand.
It's too 'ard. Us pore uns ends too bad. Wisht I knowed I could get on some 'ow." "Good 'll come," said Miss Montaubyn. "Just you say the same as me every mornin' 'Good's fillin' the world, an' some of it's comin' to me. It's bein' sent an' I 'm goin' to meet it. It's comin' it's comin'." She bent forward and touched the girl's shoulder with her astonishing eyes alight.
She laughed again, this time as if remembering something fantastic, but not despicable. "Who is Miss Montaubyn?" "She's a' old woman as lives next floor below. When she was young she was pretty an' used to dance in the 'alls. Drunken Bet says she was one o' the wust. When she got old it made 'er mad an' she got wusser.
Drunken Bet says if she could get 'old 'f it an' believe it sime as Jinny Montaubyn does it'd be as cheerin' as drink an' last longer." "Is it a kind of religion?" Dart asked, having a vague memory of rumors of fantastic new theories and half-born beliefs which had seemed to him weird visions floating through fagged brains wearied by old doubts and arguments and failures.
Then Antony Dart, turning slightly, realized that a man who had entered the house and been standing near him, breathing with light quickness, since the moment Miss Montaubyn had knelt, was plainly the person Glad had called the "curick," and that he had bowed his head and covered his eyes with a hand which trembled.
They were met by Glad at the threshold. She had shot back to them, panting. "She was blind drunk," she said, "an' she went out to get more. She tried to cross the street an' fell under a car. She'll be dead in five minits. I'm goin' for the biby." Dart saw Miss Montaubyn step back into her room. He turned involuntarily to look at her.
If yer loves 'Im as sends 'em, yer 'll go there. ''Ave yer ever bin? ses I. ''Ave yer ever saw anyone that's bin? 'Ave yer ever saw anyone that's saw anyone that's bin? 'No, 'e ses. 'Don't, me girl, don't! 'Garn, I ses; 'tell me somethin' as 'll do me some good afore I'm dead! 'Eaven's too far off." "The kingdom of 'eaven is at 'and," said Miss Montaubyn. "Bless yer, yes, just 'ere."
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