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Your Aunt had second stroke last night No cause immediate anxiety but suggest you should come down if possible Lord.

Immediately on receipt of the telegram Elinor had rung up Roddy, and now they were in the train together bound for Hunterbury.

Elinor had not seen much of Roddy in the week that had elapsed since their visit. On the two brief occasions when they had met, there had been an odd kind of constraint between them. Roddy had sent her flowers—a great sheaf of long stemmed roses. It was unusual on his part. At a dinner they had had together he had seemed more attentive than usual, consulting her preferences in food and drink, being unusually assiduous in helping her on and off with her coat. A little, Elinor thought, as though he were playing a part in a play—the part of the devoted fiancé…

Then she had said to herself:

‘Don’t be an idiot. Nothing’s wrong… You imagine things! It’s that beastly brooding, possessive mind of yours.’

Her manner to him had been perhaps a shade more detached, more aloof than usual.

Now, in this sudden emergency, the constraint passed, they talked together naturally enough.

Roddy said:

‘Poor old dear, and she was so well when we saw her the other day.’

Elinor said:

‘I do mind so terribly for her. I know how she hated being ill, anyway, and now I suppose she’ll be more helpless still, and she’ll simply loathe that! One does feel, Roddy, that people ought to be set free—if they themselves really want it.’

Roddy said:

‘I agree. It’s the only civilized thing to do. You put animals out of their pain. I suppose you don’t do it with human beings simply because, human nature being what it is, people would get shoved off for their money by their fond relations—perhaps when they weren’t really bad at all.’

Elinor said thoughtfully:

‘It would be in the doctors’ hands, of course.’

‘A doctor might be a crook.’

‘You could trust a man like Dr Lord.’

Roddy said carelessly:

‘Yes, he seems straightforward enough. Nice fellow.’

Dr Lord was leaning over the bed. Nurse O’Brien hovered behind him. He was trying, his forehead puckered, to understand the slurred sounds coming from his patient’s mouth.

He said:

‘Yes, yes. Now, don’t get excited. Take plenty of time. Just raise this right hand a little when you mean yes. There’s something you’re worried about?’

He received the affirmatory sign.

‘Something urgent? Yes. Something you want done? Someone sent for? Miss Carlisle? And Mr Welman? They’re on their way.’

Again Mrs Welman tried incoherently to speak. Dr Lord listened attentively.

‘You wanted them to come, but it’s not that? Someone else? A relation? No? Some business matter? I see. Something to do with money? Lawyer? That’s right, isn’t it? You want to see your lawyer? Want to give him instructions about something?

‘Now, now—that’s all right. Keep calm. Plenty of time. What’s that you’re saying—Elinor?’ He caught the garbled name. ‘She knows what lawyer? And she will arrange with him? Good. She’ll be here in about half an hour. I’ll tell her what you want and I’ll come up with her and we’ll get it all straight. Now, don’t worry any more. Leave it all to me. I’ll see that things are arranged the way you want them to be.’

He stood a moment watching her relax, then he moved quietly away and went out on the landing. Nurse O’Brien followed him. Nurse Hopkins was just coming up the stairs. He nodded to her. She said breathlessly:

‘Good evening, Doctor.’

‘Good evening, Nurse.’

He went with the two of them into Nurse O’Brien’s room next door and gave them their instructions. Nurse Hopkins would remain on overnight and take charge with Nurse O’Brien.

‘Tomorrow I’ll have to get hold of a second resident nurse. Awkward, this diphtheria epidemic over at Stamford. The nursing homes there are working short-handed as it is.’

Then, having given his orders, which were listened to with reverent attention (which sometimes tickled him), Dr Lord went downstairs, ready to receive the niece and nephew who, his watch told him, were due to arrive at any minute now.

In the hall he encountered Mary Gerrard. Her face was pale and anxious. She asked:

‘Is she better?’

Dr Lord said:

‘I can ensure her a peaceful night—that’s about all that can be done.’

Mary said brokenly:

‘It seems so cruel—so unfair—’

He nodded sympathetically enough.

‘Yes, it does seem like that sometimes. I believe—’

He broke off.

‘That’s the car.’

He went out into the hall. Mary ran upstairs.

Elinor exclaimed as she came into the drawing-room:

‘Is she very bad?’

Roddy was looking pale and apprehensive.

The doctor said gravely:

‘I’m afraid it will be rather a shock to you. She’s badly paralysed. Her speech is almost unrecognizable. By the way, she’s definitely worried about something. It’s to do with sending for her lawyer. You know who he is, Miss Carlisle?’

Elinor said quickly:

‘Mr Seddon—of Bloomsbury Square. But he wouldn’t be there at this time of the evening, and I don’t know his home address.’

Dr Lord said reassuringly:

‘Tomorrow will be in plenty of time. But I’m anxious to set Mrs Welman’s mind at rest as soon as possible. If you will come up with me now, Miss Carlisle, I think together we shall be able to reassure her.’

‘Of course. I will come up at once.’

Roddy said hopefully:

‘You don’t want me?’

He felt faintly ashamed of himself, but he had a nervous dread of going up to the sick-room, of seeing Aunt Laura lying there inarticulate and helpless.

Dr Lord reassured him promptly.

‘Not the least need, Mr Welman. Better not to have too many people in the room.’

Roddy’s relief showed plainly.

Dr Lord and Elinor went upstairs. Nurse O’Brien was with the patient.

Laura Welman, breathing deeply and stertorously, lay as though in a stupor. Elinor stood looking down on her, shocked by the drawn, twisted face.

Suddenly Mrs Welman’s right eyelid quivered and opened. A faint change came over her face as she recognized Elinor.

She tried to speak.

‘Elinor…’ The word would have been meaningless to anyone who had not guessed at what she wanted to say.

Elinor said quickly:

‘I’m here, Aunt Laura. You’re worried about something? You want me to send for Mr Seddon?’

Another of those hoarse raucous sounds. Elinor guessed at the meaning. She said:

‘Mary Gerrard?’

Slowly the right hand moved shakily in assent.

A long burble of sound came from the sick woman’s lips. Dr Lord and Elinor frowned helplessly. Again and again it came. Then Elinor got a word.

‘Provision? You want to make provision for her in your will? You want her to have some money? I see, dear Aunt Laura. That will be quite simple. Mr Seddon will come down tomorrow and everything shall be arranged exactly as you wish.’

The sufferer seemed relieved. The look of distress faded from that appealing eye. Elinor took her hand in hers and felt a feeble pressure from the fingers.

Mrs Welman said with a great effort:

‘You—all—you…’

Elinor said: ‘Yes, yes, leave it all to me. I will see that everything you want is done!’

She felt the pressure of the fingers again. Then it relaxed. The eyelids drooped and closed.

Dr Lord laid a hand on Elinor’s arm and drew her gently away out of the room. Nurse O’Brien resumed her seat near the bed.

Outside on the landing Mary Gerrard was talking to Nurse Hopkins. She started forward.

‘Oh, Dr Lord, can I go in to her, please?’

He nodded.

‘Keep quite quiet, though, and don’t disturb her.’

Mary went into the sick-room.

Dr Lord said:

‘Your train was late. You—’ He stopped.

Elinor had turned her head to look after Mary. Suddenly she became aware of his abrupt silence. She turned her head and looked at him inquiringly. He was staring at her, a startled look in his face. The colour rose in Elinor’s cheeks.

She said hurriedly:

‘I beg your pardon. What did you say?’

Peter Lord said slowly:

‘What was I saying? I don’t remember. Miss Carlisle, you were splendid in there!’ He spoke warmly. ‘Quick to understand, reassuring, everything you should have been.’

The very faintest of sniffs came from Nurse Hopkins.

Elinor said:

‘Poor darling. It upset me terribly seeing her like that.’

‘Of course. But you didn’t show it. You must have great self-control.’

Elinor said, her lips set very straight:

‘I’ve learnt not—to show my feelings.’

The doctor said slowly:

‘All the same the mask’s bound to slip once in a while.’

Nurse Hopkins had bustled into the bathroom. Elinor said, raising her delicate eyebrows and looking full at him:

‘The mask?’

Dr Lord said:

‘The human face is, after all, nothing more nor less than a mask.’

‘And underneath?’

‘Underneath is the primitive human man or woman.’

She turned away quickly and led the way downstairs.

Peter Lord followed, puzzled and unwontedly serious.

Roddy came out into the hall to meet them.

‘Well?’ he asked anxiously.

Elinor said:

‘Poor darling. It’s very sad to see her… I shouldn’t go, Roddy—till—till—she asks for you.’

Roddy asked:

‘Did she want anything—special?’

Peter Lord said to Elinor:

‘I must be off now. There’s nothing more I can do for the moment. I’ll look in early tomorrow. Goodbye, Miss Carlisle. Don’t—don’t worry too much.’

He held her hand in his for a moment or two. He had a strangely reassuring and comforting clasp. He looked at her, Elinor thought, rather oddly as though—as though he was sorry for her.

As the door shut behind the doctor, Roddy repeated his question.

Elinor said:

‘Aunt Laura is worried about—about certain business matters. I managed to pacify her and told her Mr Seddon would certainly come down tomorrow. We must telephone him first thing.’

Roddy asked:

‘Does she want to make a new will?’

Elinor answered:

‘She didn’t say so.’

‘What did she—?’

He stopped in the middle of the question.

Mary Gerrard was running down the stairs. She crossed the hall and disappeared through the door to the kitchen quarters.

Elinor said in a harsh voice:

‘Yes? What is it you wanted to ask?’

Roddy said vaguely:

‘I—what? I’ve forgotten what it was.’

He was staring at the door through which Mary Gerrard had gone.

Elinor’s hands closed. She could feel her long, pointed nails biting into the flesh of her palms.

She thought:

‘I can’t bear it—I can’t bear it…it’s not imagination…it’s true… Roddy—Roddy I can’t lose you…’

And she thought:

‘What did that man—the doctor—what did he see in my face upstairs? He saw something… Oh, God, how awful life is—to feel as I feel now. Say something, fool. Pull yourself together!’

Aloud she said, in her calm voice:

‘About meals, Roddy. I’m not very hungry. I’ll sit with Aunt Laura and the nurses can both come down.’

Roddy said in alarm:

‘And have dinner with me?’

Elinor said coldly:

‘They won’t bite you!’

‘But what about you? You must have something. Why don’t we dine first, and let them come down afterwards?’

Elinor said:

‘No, the other way’s better.’ She added wildly, ‘They’re so touchy, you know.’

She thought:

‘I can’t sit through a meal with him—alone—talking—behaving as usual…’

She said impatiently:

‘Oh, do let me arrange things my own way!’