Heartsease or Brother's Wife

by Шарлотта Мэри Йондж

  'But she knows you,' said John, trying to speak consolingly.

  'Yes, no one else can do anything with her. She does not so much as hear them. I must be back before she wakes; but I am parched with thirst. How is this? Where is the tea?'

  'I suppose you put in none. Is this the chest?'

  Arthur let his head drop on his hand, helpless and overcome, as this little matter brought home the sense of missing his wife, and the remembrance of the attentions he had allowed her to lavish upon him. His brother tried the tea-chest, and, finding it locked, poured out some coffee, which he drank almost unconsciously, then gave his cup for more, sighed, pushed his hair back, and looked up somewhat revived. John tended him affectionately, persuading him to take food; and when he had passively allowed his plate to be filled, his appetite discovered that he had tasted nothing since yesterday morning, and therewith his spirits were refreshed; he looked up cheerfully, and there was less despondency in his tone as he spoke of her sleep towards morning having been less disturbed.

  'The child woke her with a squall, and I thought we were undone, but no such thing. I declare nothing has done her so much good; she had him brought, and was so happy over him, then went off to sleep again.'

  'This is a great relief,' said John. 'From your manner, I dreaded to ask for him, but I hope he may be doing well.'

  'I am sure I hope so, or it would be all over with her. I believe both their lives hang on one thread. To see her with him this morning--I did not know such fondness was in women. I declare I never saw anything like it; and she so weak! And such a creature as it is; the smallest thing that ever was born, they say, and looking-- like nothing on earth but young mice.'

  John could not help smiling: 'That is better than yesterday, when I could scarcely believe he was alive.'

  'What! did you see him?'

  'When he was baptized.'

  'Was he? What did you call him?'

  'You sent word to name him John.'

  'Did I? I had not the least recollection of it. I forgot all about him till he made himself heard this morning, and she wanted to know whether he was boy or girl.'

  'A son and heir,' said John, glad to see the young father able to look gratified.

  'Well, it is the best name; I hope she will like it. But, hollo, John, where did you drop from?' as it suddenly occurred to him to be surprised.

  'I came home on some business of Fotheringham's. I landed early yesterday, and came up from Southampton.'

  'A fine state of things to come to,' sighed Arthur. 'But you will not go away?'

  'Certainly not till she is better.'

  'Ah! you were always fond of her; you appreciated her from the first. There is no one whom I should have liked so well to have here.' Then, with a pause, he added, in a tone of deep feeling: 'John, you might well give me that warning about making her happy; but, indeed, I meant to do so!' and his eyes filled with tears.

  'As far as affection could go, you have done so,' said John, 'or you could not have recalled her to life now.'

  'You little know,' said Arthur sadly; 'Heaven knows it was not want of affection; but I never guessed what she underwent. Sarah tells me she spent hours in tears, though she would never allow them to be noticed.'

  'Poor Violet! But what could be her trouble?'

  'Her household affairs seem to have overpowered her, and I never would attend to them; little thinking how she let them prey upon her. I never thought of her being lonely; and her sweet, bright face, and uncomplaining ways, never reminded me. There never was any one like her; she was too good for me, too good to live, that is the truth; and now I must lose her!'

  'Do not think so, Arthur; do not give way. The getting through this night is more than could have been hoped. Happiness is often the best cure; and if she is able to take so much pleasure in you, and in the child, it is surely a hopeful sign.'

  'So they said; that her noticing the child made them think better of her. If she can but get over it, she shall see. But you will stay with me, John,' said he, as if he clung to the support.

  'That I will, thank you. I could not bear to go. I can sleep in Belgrave Square, if you want my room for her mother.'

  'We shall see how it is by post-time. I tried whether it would rouse her to tell her I would write to Mrs. Moss, but she took no heed, and the old nurse looked daggers at me.'

  He was interrupted; Violet had awakened in an alarming fit of trembling, imploring to be told why he was angry, and whether he would ever come back.

  So glimmered the feeble ray of life throughout the day; and when the post went out, the end was apparently so near, that it was thought in vain to send for Mrs. Moss; whom Arthur shrank from seeing, when it should be too late. He was so completely overwhelmed with distress, that in the short intervals he spent out of the sick-room, it was his brother's whole work to cheer and sustain him sufficiently to perform those offices, which Violet was incapable of receiving from any one else.

  It was no wonder he broke down; for it was a piteous sight to see that fair young mother, still a child in years, and in her exhausted state of wavering consciousness, alive only through her fond affections; gleams of perception, and momentary flashes of life, called forth only by her husband, or by the moanings of the little frail babe, which seemed to have as feeble and precarious a hold of life as herself. The doctors told John that they were haunted through the day by the remembrance of her face, so sweet, even in insensibility, and so very lovely, when the sound of her babe's voice, for a moment, lighted up the features. Their anxiety for her was intense; and if this was the case with strangers, what must it not have been for her husband, to whom every delirious murmur was an unconscious reproach, and who had no root of strength within himself! The acuteness of his grief, and his effectiveness as a nurse, were such as to surprise his brother, who only now perceived how much warmth of heart had been formerly stifled in a cold, ungenial home.

  Sustained from hour to hour by his unremitting care, she did, however, struggle through the next three days; and at last came a sounder sleep, and a wakening so tranquil, that Arthur did not perceive it, till he saw, in the dim lamp-light, those dark eyes calmly fixed upon him. The cry of the infant was heard, and she begged for it, fondling it, and murmuring over it with a soft inarticulate sound of happiness.

  'You purr like an old cat over her kitten,' said Arthur, longing to see her smile once more; and he was not disappointed; it was a bright, contented, even joyous smile, that played on the colourless features, and the eyes beamed softly on him as she said, 'Kiss him, papa.'

  He would have done anything for her at that moment, and another bright look rewarded him.

  'Does mamma know about this dear little baby?' she said, presently.

  'Yes, dearest, I have written every day. She sends you her love;' and as Violet murmured something of 'Dear mamma--'

  'Do you wish to have her here?'

  'No, indeed, I don't wish it now,' said Violet; 'you do make me so very happy.'

  She was returning to her full self, with all her submission to his will, and in fact she did not wish for any change; her content in his attention was so complete, so peaceful, that in her state of weakness there was an instinctive dread of breaking the charm. To lie still, her babe beside her, and Arthur watching her, was the perfect repose of felicity, and imperceptibly her faculties were, one by one, awakening. Her thoughtfulness for others had revived; Arthur had been giving her some nourishment, and, for the first time, she had taken it with a relish, when it so chanced that the light fell for a moment on his face, and she was startled by perceiving the effects of anxiety and want of sleep. In vain he assured her there was nothing the matter. She accused herself of having been exacting and selfish, and would not be comforted, till he had promised to take a good night's rest. He left her, at length, nearly asleep, to carry the tidings to his brother, and enjoy his look of heart-felt rejoicing. Never had the two very dissimilar brothers felt so much drawn together; and as John began, as usual, to w
ait on him, and to pour out his coffee, he said, as he sat down wearied, 'Thank you, John, I can't think what would have become of me without you!'

  'My father would have come to you if I had not been here.'

  'Where's his letter?--I forgot all about it. Is there none from Theodora?"

  'No; I suppose she waited for further accounts.'

  Arthur began reading his father's letter. 'Very kind! a very kind letter indeed,' said he, warmly. '"Earned so high a place in our regard--her sweetness and engaging qualities,"--I must keep that to show her. This is very kind too about what it must be to me. I did not think he had appreciated her so well!'

  'Yes, indeed, he did,' said John. 'This is what he says to me. "Never have I seen one more gentle and engaging, and I feel sure she would have gained more on our affections every day, and proved herself a treasure to the family."'

  'That is right,' said Arthur. 'He will get to know her well when they come to London! I'll write to him to-morrow, and thank him, and say, no need for him to come now! "Hopes his grandson will live to be a comfort to me!"' and Arthur could not help laughing.

  'Well, I am not come to that yet!'

  'He is much pleased at its being a son,' said John.

  'Poor little mortal!' said Arthur, 'if he means to be a comfort I wish he would stop that dismal little wail--have one good squall and have done with it. He will worry his mother and ruin all now she takes more notice. So here's Mrs. Moss's letter. I could not open it this morning, and I have been inventing messages to Violet from her--poor woman! I have some good news for her now. It is all about coming, but Violet says she does not want her. I can't read it all, my eyes are so weak! Violet said they were bloodshot,' and he began to examine them in the glass.

  'Yes, you are not equal to much more nursing; you are quite done for.'

  'I am!' said Arthur, stretching. 'I'm off to bed, as she begged me; but the worst is over now! We shall do very well when Theodora comes; and if she has a taste for the boy, she and Violet will make friends over him,--good night.'

  With a long yawn, Arthur very stiffly walked up-stairs, where Sarah stood at the top waiting for him. 'Mrs. Martindale is asleep, sir; you had best not go in,' said she. 'I have made up a bed in your dressing-room, and you'd best not be lying down in your clothes, but take a good sleep right out, or you'll be fit for nothing next. I'll see and call if she wants you.'

  'Thank you, Sarah; I wonder how long you have been up; you will be fit for nothing next.'

  'It don't hurt me,' said Sarah, in disdain; and as Arthur shut his door, she murmured to herself, 'I'm not that sort to be knocked up with nothing; but he is an easy kind-spoken gentleman after all. I'll never forget what he has done for missus. There is not so much harm in him neither; he is nothing but a great big boy as ought to be ashamed of hisself.'

  The night passed off well; Violet, with a great exertion of self- command, actually composed herself on awaking in one of her nervous fits of terror; prevented his being called; and fairly deserved all the fond praise he lavished on her in the morning for having been so good a child.

  'You must not call me child now,' said she, with a happy little pride. 'I must be wiser now.'

  'Shall I call you the prettiest and youngest mamma in England?'

  'Ah! I am too young and foolish. I wish I was quite seventeen!'

  'Have you been awake long?'

  'Yes; but so comfortable. I have been thinking about baby's name.'

  'Too late, Violet; they named him John: they say I desired it.'

  'What! was he obliged to be baptized? Is he so delicate? Oh, Arthur! tell me; I know he is tiny, but I did not think he was ill.'

  Arthur tried to soothe her with assurances of his well-doing, and the nurse corroborated them; but though she tried to believe, she was not pacified, and would not let her treasure be taken from within her arms till Mr. Harding arrived--his morning visit having been hastened by a despatch from Arthur, who feared that she would suffer for her anxiety. She asked so many questions that he, who last night had seen her too weak to look up or speak, was quite taken by surprise. By a little exceeding the truth, he did at length satisfy her mind; but after this there was an alteration in her manner with her baby; it was not only the mere caressing, there was a sort of reverence, and look of reflection as she contemplated him, such as made Arthur once ask, what she could be studying in that queer little red visage?

  'I was thinking how very good he is!' was her simple answer, and Arthur's smile by no means comprehended her meaning.

  Her anxious mind retarded her recovery, and Arthur's unguarded voice on the stairs having revealed to her that a guest was in the house, led to inquiries, and an endless train of fears, lest Mr. Martindale should be uncomfortable and uncared for. Her elasticity of mind had been injured by her long course of care, and she could not shake off the household anxieties that revived as she became able to think.

  Indeed there were things passing that would have greatly astonished her. Sarah had taken the management of everything, including her master; and with iron composure and rigidity of demeanour, delighted in teasing him by giving him a taste of some of the cares he had left her mistress to endure. First came an outcry for keys. They were supposed to be in a box, and when that was found its key was missing. Again Arthur turned out the unfortunate drawer, and only spared the work-box on John's testifying that it was not there, and suggesting Violet's watch-chain, where he missed it, and Sarah found it and then, with imperturbable precision, in spite of his attempts to escape, stood over him, and made him unlock and give out everything himself. 'If things was wrong,' she said, 'it was her business that he should see it was not owing to her.'

  Arthur was generally indifferent to what he ate or drank,--the reaction, perhaps, of the luxury of his home; but having had a present of some peculiar trout from Captain Fitzhugh, and being, as an angler, a connoisseur in fish, many were his exclamations at detecting that those which were served up at breakfast were not the individuals sent.

  Presently, in the silence of the house, John heard tones gradually rising on the stairs, till Arthur's voice waxed loud and wrathful 'You might as well say they were red herrings!'

  Something shrill ensued, cut short by, 'Mrs. Martindale does as she pleases. Send up Captain Fitzhugh's trout.'

  A loud reply, in a higher key.

  'Don't tell me of the families where you have lived--the trout!'

  Here John's hand was laid upon his arm, with a sign towards his wife's room; whereupon he ran down-stairs, driving the cook before him.

  Soon he came hastily up, storming about the woman's impertinence, and congratulating himself on having paid her wages and got rid of her.

  John asked what was to be done next? and was diverted with his crestfallen looks, when asked what was to become of Violet.

  However, when Sarah was consulted, she gravely replied, 'She thought as how she could contrive till Mrs. Martindale was about again;' and the corners of her mouth relaxed into a ghastly smile, as she replied, 'Yes, sir,' in answer to her master's adjurations to keep the dismissal a secret from Mrs. Martindale.

  'Ay!' said John, 'I wish you joy of having to tell her what revolutions you have made.'

  'I'll take care of that, if the women will only hold their tongues.'

  They were as guarded as he could wish, seeing as plainly as he did, how fretting over her household matters prolonged her state of weakness. It was a tedious recovery, and she was not able even to receive a visit from John till the morning when the cough, always brought on by London air, obliged him reluctantly to depart.

  He found her on the sofa, wrapped in shawls, her hair smoothed back under a cap; her shady, dark eyes still softer from languor, and the exquisite outline of her fair, pallid features looking as if it was cut out in ivory against the white pillows. She welcomed him with a pleased smile; but he started back, and flushed as if from pain, and his hand trembled as he pressed hers, then turned away and coughed.

  'Oh, I am sorr
y your cough is so bad,' said she.

  'Nothing to signify,' he replied, recovering. 'Thank you for letting me come to see you. I hope you are not tired?'

  'Oh, no, thank you. Arthur carried me so nicely, and baby is so good this morning.'

  'Where is he? I was going to ask for him.'

  'In the next room. I want to show him to you, but he is asleep.'

  'A happy circumstance,' said Arthur, who was leaning over the back of her sofa.

  'No one else can get in a word when that gentleman is awake.'

  'Now, Arthur, I wanted his uncle to see him, and say if he is not grown.'

  'Never mind, Violet,' said Arthur. 'Nurse vouches for it, that the child who was put through his mother's wedding-ring grew up to be six feet high!'

  'Now, Arthur! you know it was only her bracelet.'

  'Well, then, our boy ought to be twelve feet high; for if you had not stuffed him out with long clothes, you might put two of him through your bracelet.'

  'If nurse would but have measured him; but she said it was unlucky.'

  'She would have no limits to her myths; however, he may make a show in the world by the time John comes to the christening.'

  'Ah!' said Violet, with a sweet, timid expression, and a shade of red just tinting her cheek as she turned to John. 'Arthur said I should ask you to be his godfather.'

  'My first godchild!' said John. 'Thank you, indeed; you could hardly have given me a greater pleasure.'

  'Thank you,' again said Violet. 'I like so much for you to have him,--you who,' she hesitated, unable to say the right words, 'who DID IT before his papa or I saw the little fellow;' then pausing--' Oh, Mr. Martindale, Sarah told me all about it, and I have been longing to thank you, only I can't!' and her eyes filling with tears, she put her hand into his, glancing at the cathedral cup, which was placed on the mantel-shelf. 'It was so kind of you to take that.'

  'I thought you would like it,' said John; 'and it was the most ecclesiastical thing I could find.'