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His face was still turned to the wall; but he had raised himself on his left elbow, in an attitude which betokened intent listening. Dr. Mackenzie answered. "No one is in the room, Mr. Dalmain, but myself and Nurse Gray." "There IS some one else in the room!" said Garth violently. "How dare you lie to me! Who was speaking?" Then Jane came quickly to the side of the bed.
He will be exceeding sure, when he has contemplated you for a while, that I am a 'verra poor judge o' women, and that Nurse Gray is a far finer woman than I described. But he will have already created for Dalmain, from my letter, a mental picture of his nurse; which is all that really matters. We must trust to Providence that old Robbie does not proceed to amend it by the original.
"The duchess's views are always refreshing. I wonder whether Michael and I made the mistake of not realising each other to be human; of not admitting there was anything to forgive, and therefore never forgiving?" "Well, don't make it with Jim Airth," advised Mrs. Dalmain, "for he is the most human man I ever met; also the strongest, and one of the most lovable.
Her conversation with Garth Dalmain seemed worth recording, particularly his story of the preacher whose beauty of soul redeemed the ugliness of his body. She wrote it down verbatim. Then she rang for her maid, and dressed for dinner, and the concert which should follow. "MISS CHAMPION! Oh, here you are! Your turn next, please.
"You need not describe it further. Kindly open it." Nurse Rosemary opened it. "It is a very long letter, Mr. Dalmain." "Indeed? Will you please read it to me, Miss Gray." A tense moment of silence followed. Nurse Rosemary lifted the letter; but her voice suddenly refused to respond to her will. Garth waited without further word.
Dalmain, scowling anxiously at hats and bows, and partings, we usually look our very worst; and that lady, at her very worst, would be of a most discouraging plainness." Garth sat perfectly silent. "Depend upon it," continued Nurse Rosemary, "she never sees herself as 'The Wife' 'The Mother. Is she a wife?". Garth hesitated only the fraction of a second. "Yes," he said, very quietly.
Into Jane's honest face came a look of startled wonder; then a deep flush, seeming to draw all the blood, which had throbbed so strangely through her heart, into her cheeks, making them burn, and her heart die within her. She disengaged herself from his hold, rose, and stood looking away to where the still waters of the lake gleamed silver in the moonlight. Garth Dalmain stood beside her.
I can never feel I possess your trust, because you come to me only when accident has put it out of my power either to do the thing you feared, or to prove myself better than your doubts. My dear girl, that is how matters stand from the man's point of view; from his, I make no doubt, even more than from mine; for I recognise in Garth Dalmain a stronger man than myself.
"Quite straight," she said. "Mr. Dalmain, this letter has an Egyptian stamp, and the postmark is Cairo. It is sealed with scarlet sealing-wax, and the engraving on the seal is a plumed helmet with the visor closed." "And the writing?" asked Garth, mechanically and very quietly. "The handwriting is rather bold and very clear, with no twirls or flourishes. It is written with a broad nib."
Tell Garth, I love it; but I wish he wrote simpler accompaniments. That one beats me! Yours, dear Jane, Gratefully and affectionately, MYRA INGLEBY. Letter from the Honourable Mrs. Dalmain to Lady Ingleby. No, I have not the smallest objection to representing rice pudding, or anything else plain and wholesome, providing I agree with you, and suffice for the need of the moment.
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