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Nobbs and the physician entered, and the two in the opposite apartment moved out of range. The low voices of doctor and patient did not carry beyond the corridor; but at a step Miss Sterling bent forward. Dr. Temple was taking an instrument from his bag. "Stethoscope," she whispered. For several minutes no sound came from the sick-room. The listeners breathed anxiously. "Good as anybody's!"
Nobbs was reading aloud; but to-night Egyptian archaeology had no charm for the possessor of the pink roses. How could she wander through prehistoric scenes while somebody was waiting to be thanked! Somebody but who? The roses knew! Yet they would not tell! Little quivers of light fluttered in and out of their alluring hearts, almost as if they said, "We are telling! We are telling!
Temple looked at his watch. "Time enough?" inquired the president. "Plenty." Mr. Randolph approached the superintendent who was busying herself at her desk. In a moment he returned. "Mrs. Nobbs will go up with you," he said. Juanita Sterling did not wait; she hastened upstairs to insure Mrs. Albright's safe exit from the corner room. The door was left partly open as Mrs.
Poor little Mrs Nobbs was by his side on her knees in a moment, parting the dark hair from his broad brow, kissing his swart cheeks, and chafing his strong hands. "O John! darling John!" she cried, "come back come back don't die. You never was hard or cruel to me! Even the drink could not do that. Come back, John!" Dr Marsh here gently restrained her.
Randolph is at the other end of the building and will be here presently to see about the new wing." Mrs. Nobbs was gone. "Nelson Randolph!" cried Miss Sterling. "Hand me my blue kimono, Polly, quick! It's right there in the closet, by the door!" She swung her feet to the floor and caught up her stockings. "You going to get up?" "Of course! Hurry! I believe he's coming no, he isn't!
'I could have brought away any number of scho1ars from almost any of these islands, probably from all. I have great reason to regret not having revisited Ambrym and other islands, but I think that a year hence, if alive, I may feel that it is better as it is. Edwin Nobbs is a thoroughly good fellow, and Fisher Young is coming on very well. 'Now, my dearest Joan, good-bye.
I have his complete works, and am sorry to say that, instead of confining myself to "Sesame and Lilies," I have foolishly read all the dreary stuff, including statistics, letters to Hobbs and Nobbs, with hot arguments as to who fished the murex up, and long, scathing tirades against the old legal shark who did him out of a hundred pounds.
Suppose, for example, that a person well read in English poetry but unacquainted with Browning's style were earnestly invited to consider the following verse: "Hobbs hints blue straight he turtle eats. Nobbs prints blue claret crowns his cup. Nokes outdares Stokes in azure feats Both gorge. Who fished the murex up? What porridge had John Keats?"
'On Sunday, the early Chapel is omitted. The full Liturgy is divided into two services I forget the laws and a kind of sermon in Mota is given; and in the afternoon, the Bishop, or one of the ordained members of the Mission, usually goes down to the town to relieve Mr. Nobbs in his service for the Pitcairners.
Nobbs preached a very good sermon. I got on very well. Singing very good. Five Priests assisting in this little place! 'Christmas Eve. How hard to be thankful enough for the blessings of peace in this little spot! 'Our Chapel is beautifully decorated.
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