tom robinson went still deeper into the shadow of the valley, possibly as far as man ever went and returned. he grew as weak and helpless as an infant, until at last he lost consciousness, and lay prostrate and still, with closed eyes and sealed ears—nothing alive in him save the subtle principle which is compared to a vapour and a breath which no man can see or handle, yet whose presence or absence makes all the difference between an animated body still linked to both worlds and a mass of soulless clay hastening to corruption. all that skill and devotion could do—and tom robinson had them both—was to keep on without despairing, maintaining warmth against the growing chillness, and administering stimulants and nourishment by spoonfuls and drops.
on the night which it was feared would be tom robinson's last, miss franklin would no longer be denied her place among the watchers. she had
[364]
been kept away in obedience to poor tom's express orders, that in the attempt to minimize the fever no communication should be kept up on his account between the corn exchange where he lay and either his house or "robinson's," notwithstanding the proofs that the disease did not spread by contagion or infection.
miss franklin did not desire to dispossess annie of the post which, in spite of every remonstrance, she was holding latterly almost night and day. miss franklin had no faculty for nursing, and small experience to guide her. she was rather a nervous woman in her impulsiveness, and after one look at what was like the mask of tom robinson, utterly incapable of recognizing her or communicating with her, she was so much overcome that she was fain to retire to another room and submit to be gently ministered to by dora.
miss franklin was only too thankful to be suffered to stay there in the background. it did not strike her as odd that nobody in the house except the other patients should go to sleep that night when her cousin was hovering between life and death—nearer death than life. neither had the outspoken, kind-hearted gentlewoman any particular application of her speech in her mind when she said sorrowfully—"dear! dear! how grieved he would be if he knew how worn out you were, miss dora.
[365]
he thought that his coming to the hospital would not only serve as a precedent, it would be the simplest, safest, least troublesome plan where he himself was concerned, though if he would have let me, i should have been only too glad to have turned my back on 'robinson's' for a time, and done what i could for him. there is enough difference in our ages, and i have known him all his life, in addition to our being connections if not near relations, so that nobody need have found fault. not that i pretend for a moment that i could have done what your sister is doing—that is something quite wonderful in every respect" (and here miss franklin did draw up her bountiful figure, and fix the rather small eyes, sunk a little in her full cheeks, pointedly on dora). "i dare say he liked to have her about him to the last, so long as he was sensible of her presence. men are extraordinary creatures—that i should say that now, oh! my poor dear cousin tom."
after she had recovered from her outburst of grief, and was sipping the tea which dora had made for her, she turned again to her companion. "you look like a ghost yourself, miss dora. will you not lie down in your bedroom and trust me? i shall sit here and bring you word the moment i hear that a change has come;" and at the ill-omened phrase poor miss franklin's well-bred,
[366]
distinct enunciation got all blurred and faltering. in fact she shrank a good deal from the ordeal she was magnanimously proposing for herself. as it happened she had never undergone anything like it before, though she had reached middle age. it was not easy for her to contemplate sitting there all alone through the dreary small hours, knowing that tom robinson's spirit—the spirit of the best friend she had ever known—was passing away without word or sign in the adjoining room. it was a relief to her when dora millar, looking as if she had been sitting up in turn with every patient in the ward, as pale as a moonbeam and as weak as water, yet shook her head decisively against any suggestion of her retiring to rest.
there was a strong contrast between the couple who were to wait together for death or the morning. miss franklin herself might be on the eve of dying—but so long as she lived and went through the mundane process of dressing, she must dress exceedingly well. she was a good, kind woman all the same, and this night she bore a sore heart under her carefully contrived and nicely put on garments.
poor young dora, on the contrary, looked all limp and forlorn. the gingham morning-gown she had not changed was huddled on her, and crumpled about her. her neglected hair was pushed back from her little white face. annie in her
[367]
nurse's spotless apron and cap looked a hundred times trimmer, and was altogether a more cheerful object. it was as if the whole world had come to an end for dora, and she had ceased to notice trifles. almost the first words miss franklin had said to her when the visitor began to recover from the shock she had undergone, were—
"excuse me, miss dora, the lace at your throat is coming undone—let me put it right for you; and an end of your hair has fallen down. i may fasten it up, may i not?"
a delicate, exhausted girl was no great support for a woman under the circumstances, still she was better than nobody. she was company in one form, like the domestic cat, when no more available associate is to be found. besides, in the middle of their dissimilarity, miss franklin had a natural liking for dora millar, and had always excepted her from the grudge which the elder woman was inclined to feel against one member of the millar family. "a nice, well-meaning, gentle girl," miss franklin mentally classed dora. "the most quiet and ladylike of them all." she was a great improvement, in miss franklin's estimation, on that too bright and restless annie, whom everybody cried up as a beauty. she had found, miss franklin was creditably informed, a fine vent for her dictatorial imperious temper as a nurse. yet she,
[368]
miss franklin, ought not to find fault with annie millar at this time, when dr. capes had said her treatment of the fever patients, with dear tom among them, was admirable; though, by one of the mysterious decrees of providence, she might not be permitted to succeed in his case. and she was now ministering to his last wants as she, barbara franklin, arrived at mature age, with all the will, had neither the skill nor the courage to minister, much as she owed him, so long as he had other service. she was a captious, vindictive wretch to pick holes in miss millar's armour, when she was striving so hard to atone to him for any injury she had ever done him by delivering him from the jaws of death, or at least smoothing his path to the grave.
the seasons had gone on till the late summer was merging into the early autumn. it was the beginning of august, when the days are already not so long as they have been; but, to make up for it, the lengthening nights are balmier than they ever were, and the soft dusk remains full of summer scents and sounds.
it was on such a night that you might imagine a young man, dying long before his time, and yet after he has reached full manhood, and touched the crown of bodily and mental vigour, without ever feeling the tide on its turn.
[369]
the night was so warm that the windows of the room in which dora and miss franklin sat were wide open. there was a lamp lit within, but it did not render the darkness without so great as to hide the outlines of trees in the nearest garden, and even the dim shape of a bed of late flowering, tall white lilies. their heavy fragrance was on the air; and if ever there is a fragrance which is solemn and tender like the love of the dying and the memory of the dead, it is the all-pervading scent of lilies.
annie millar could never have been so good a listener as dora was when miss franklin, constitutionally loquacious, relieved her distress, and got rid of the dragging hours, by indulging in a long and affectionate oration on tom robinson, the man who, not so many yards from them, was lying as indifferent to praise and blame as when he first entered this wonderful world, with all its joys and sorrows, from which he was ready to depart.
"you know, he is not really my cousin," the womanly confidence began; "the tie between us hardly counts—it is only that mr. robinson's first wife was my mother's sister. but i always called mr. charles robinson and his second wife uncle and aunt. i might well do it, for they were a good uncle and aunt to me. i should have known few pleasures when i was growing up, and long afterwards, if it had not been for them. the robinsons
[370]
used to go away trips every summer to devonshire and derbyshire, the yorkshire moors, the cumberland lakes, scotland, the black forest, switzerland, and they always took me to see the world, and spend my summer holidays with them. how generous and kind they were in their friendliness! tom was usually of the party—first as a child, then as a growing boy; but child or boy, such a nice manly little fellow, so much thought of, yet not at all spoilt. he was fond of reading, yet full of quiet fun, and in either light never in anybody's way. he was so considerate of his mother and me, and so helpful to us. the cows he has driven away! the horses going at large he has kept off! the bulls he has held at bay! i confess i am not brave in proportion to my size. i am very timid in such matters, and, strange to say, aunt robinson, though a country-woman born and bred, was as great a coward as i where farm animals were in question; but we always knew ourselves safe when tom was at hand, and he never laughed at us more than we could stand."
"i can understand," said dora faintly. "he once helped us—may and me—when a strange dog attacked tray; and now tray is running about with may full of life and health, while his champion is——" she could not say the words.
miss franklin looked at her approvingly, even
[371]
went so far as to stroke one of the cold trembling hands lying nerveless in dora's lap. "you will allow me to say that you are a dear, tender-hearted girl, miss dora. you could have appreciated my cousin tom. what a tower of strength he was to me when i felt i was getting middle-aged, and my system of teaching was becoming old-fashioned. i had been in so many homes belonging to other people, with never a home of my own, for upwards of thirty years, since my poor father and mother both died before i was twenty. i do not say that i was not for the most part well enough treated, because i hope i did my best, and i believe i generally gave satisfaction. i had my happy hours like other people. but it was all getting so stale, flat, and unprofitable—i suppose because i was growing weary of it all, and longing for a change. you see i had not quite come to the age when we cease to want changes, and are resigned just to go on as we are to the end. in reality i could see no end, except the poorest of poor lodgings and the most pinching straits, with the very little money i had saved. (my dear, even finishing governesses can save so little now-a-days.) or perhaps there was the chance of my being taken into some charitable institution. you will admit it was not a cheerful prospect."
"no, it was not," said dora, in dreary abstraction.
[372]
"as i said," resumed miss franklin, "i had been in so many schoolrooms; i had seen so many pupils grow up, go out into the world, and settle in life, leaving me behind, so that when they came back on visits to their old homes, they were prepared to pity and patronize me. i could not continue cudgelling my poor brains until i had not an original thought in my head, and all to keep up such acquirements as i had, and preserve a place among younger, better equipped girls, certain to outstrip me eventually."
"i suppose so," acquiesced dora mechanically.
"then poor dear tom came to see me, and i told him what i was thinking. he got me to pay a visit to redcross, and made a new opening for me. i may say without self-conceit that i was always considered to have a good taste in dress. i know it was a question which had never failed to interest me, to which i could not help giving a great deal of attention—making a study of it, as it were. tom insisted that i could be of the greatest use to him, and was worth a liberal salary, which i was not likely to lose. and there was a comfortable refined nest, which i could line for myself, awaiting me in the pleasant rooms he had looked out for me."
"i know, miss franklin," said dora, with a faint smile; "you told phyllis carey, and she told may,
[373]
who repeated it to me. but i thought it might be a relief to you to speak of it again."
"yes," cried the eager woman; "and it has all answered so well—the duties not too heavy, and really agreeable to me; the young women and men, under tom's influence, no doubt, perfectly nice and respectful; and within the last six months, dear little phyllis like a daughter or niece to me. i thought always i should be able to do something in return for him one day, yet with all the will in the world i have been able to do nothing until it has come to this;" and poor miss franklin sobbed bitterly under the burden of her unrequited obligations, and beneath the dove's neck cluster of feathers in her bonnet.
it was for dora in her turn to seek to soothe and compose her companion. "i am sure you have been of the greatest service to him, and that he has enjoyed the near neighbourhood of an old friend—his mother's friend. oh! think what a comfort it will be to you to have that to look back upon," finished dora, in a voice trembling as much as miss franklin's.
miss franklin sat up, instinctively put her bonnet straight, wiped her eyes with her embroidered handkerchief, and gazed pensively into the empty air.
"god's ways are not as our ways," she said;
[374]
"and certainly we are told that we are not to look for our reward in this world. still one would have expected—one would have liked that it had not been so hard all through for tom—not merely to have been denied the desire of his heart, but to have had to endure in his last moments to be set aside, to lie still and look on at what is going to happen."
dora sat mystified; but she had not the spirit left to seek an explanation.
miss franklin was not aware that an explanation was needed. "i know," she added, "how kind and attentive your sister has been to tom, and i understand nothing can exceed the interest dr. ironside has taken in my cousin, while he has made the most unremitting efforts to save him; still you will grant that so long as my poor tom was conscious, it must have been very, very trying for him to see the terms these two were on. i don't listen much to gossip"—the speaker declared, in a parenthesis, with a little air of dignity and reserve even at that moment—"but it is the talk of the town that he has followed her down from london, and that they are to be married as soon as the epidemic is past. nobody can say anything against it. they are well matched. they will be a fine-looking couple," she struggled to acknowledge with becoming politeness and impartiality.
[375]
"this is the first time i have heard of it, i can say with truth," said dora wearily, without so much as a smile at the characteristic report. she thought the mention of it most unsuitable at such a season. the very word marriage smote her. "and even if it were so, what could it have signified to mr. tom robinson?" she was about to add naïvely, when a light flashed upon her. she had often wondered how much miss franklin, "robinson's," the whole town, knew of what had taken place eighteen months ago. she saw now that however little the lady might care for gossip, a distorted version of the truth in which she was interested had reached her. either there had been a very natural mistake on the part of some of the local newsmongers, or miss franklin herself had fallen into the error. the belle of the millar family and not dora had been believed to be the object of tom robinson's pursuit. the blunder had been perpetuated in miss franklin's case by the good feeling and good breeding which would keep her from discussing tom robinson's affairs with her neighbours more than she could help, and would prevent her attempting such a cross-examination of the man himself as might have elicited the truth.
"oh! i know now what you mean," cried dora, on the impulse of the moment, "and you were altogether wrong. he has been spared such misery
[376]
—nobody could have been so barbarous as to inflict it on him, if it had been as you suppose."
miss franklin was sensitive and imaginative on dress, but she was not imaginative or even very observant with regard to anything else. she understood dora's protest to refer to an actual engagement between dr. harry ironside and miss millar.
"well, well," she said a little dryly, "people do exaggerate. matters may not have gone quite so far, and i can only trust that he, tom, has not been sensible of what is in the air, though i have always understood love, while it is said to be blind in one sense, is very sharp-sighted in another. i believe every one else sees where the land lies. i saw it myself so far as the gentleman was concerned—he could not keep his eyes off her, though i was not five minutes in their company, and i was full of my poor cousin tom. i am sure i hope they may be happy," gulping down the hope. "tom would have wished it, quite apart from her having done her duty by him, at the cost of some pain to herself, no doubt; while dr. ironside has been more than kind, which nobody had any call to expect. he must be a very fine young man, likely to win what he fancies. every woman is entitled to her choice, and most people would applaud your sister's choice. the thing that puzzles me—you will forgive me for mentioning it
[377]
just this once, for where is the good of discussion now?—is that as, i have been told, she did not meet dr. ironside till she went to her london hospital, how, when she had got no opportunity of contrasting the two men, when she had not even seen one of them, she could yet be so set against tom's proposal, knowing him to be the man he is—was, alas! i should say. why was she so very hard to poor tom?"
"oh, don't say that," besought dora, in much agitation. "don't bring that forward at this moment."
but miss franklin, in the strength of her family affections, felt that she owed it to the manes of tom robinson to express to the disdainful damsel's sister a candid opinion that he had been summarily and severely dealt with. "i was not in his confidence, but i could tell that something was going to happen, and that he was very much cut up when it all came to nothing."
"oh, don't say that," repeated dora, clasping her hands over her eyes, and weeping behind them. "what good can it do except to inflict needless torture?"
"i don't mean to reproach you," said miss franklin, a little bewildered, but still very hot and sore. "you had nothing to do with it, and i am sure you could not have been so heartless.
[378]
forgive me for the reflection on your sister, who is so much thought of, whom everybody is praising, with reason, for what she has done in nursing the sick and poor. but young girls ought to be more careful. i don't mean to say that she trifled with my cousin tom—i have no right to say that—simply that she never gave him a thought. tom was surely deserving of a thought," cried miss franklin indignantly. "dr. ironside may be all very well—i have nothing to say against him—quite the reverse. tom is not to be compared to him in personal appearance, and the one is a professional man, while the other thought fit to continue a linen-draper like his good father before him; but that is by no means to infer that miss millar has chosen the better husband of the two. girls are so foolish—they play with fire, and never look or take it into account where and whom it may burn. tom robinson deserved more respectful treatment in redcross. he has never been like himself since. i used to hear him whistling and humming tunes to himself as he worked in the office—there is no more of that, or of his hearty interest in everything."
"miss franklin, it is you who are pitiless to say this to me to-night," panted dora, rising against the inhumanity, and totally forgetting that the speaker did not hold the clue which would have told her how her words scourged her listener.
[379]
"i am not blaming you, miss dora," said the accuser again, more bitterly than she had yet spoken. for she was in her heart accusing dora millar of affectation in pretending not to be able to hear a word against her sister, and in declining to listen to the pardonable utterance of a reproach directed against what miss franklin called in her heart annie millar's arrogance and callousness. tom robinson's cousin was provoked, not pacified.
"i dare say tom would never have had this wretched fever but for the blow he got then," she was tempted to persist; "or if he had caught it, he would have thrown it off without any harm done. i can bear witness to his sound constitution to begin with. everybody knows how disappointment and mortification lower the system, and he was never over careful of himself. i cannot quite understand why he took the cool rebuff he received so much to heart; but he did so, and you see the consequence."
"spare me! spare me!" cried dora passionately. "don't say i have killed him, or i shall die myself, perhaps it is the best thing i can do."
before miss franklin could do more than stare aghast, with a horrified inkling of the real facts of the case, and the tremendous mess she had got into, there was the sound of the soft opening of a
[380]
door in the near distance, and a step rapidly approaching.
the two women who had been upbraiding each other were mute in an instant, first held their breaths, then sprang up and clung to each other, partners in sorrow, with teeth beginning to chatter, and eyes to grow large and wild. what had they been doing in the name of a gentle and manly soul, in the face of the awful news on its way, the majesty of death investing the house?
it was only annie, looking perfectly collected, nay, a trifle elated. "he is the least shade better—we both think so; and the slightest improvement means so much at this stage—the right crisis, i believe. he has been really sleeping. he swallows with less difficulty. he has roused himself ever so little, but he is fearfully faint and weak. we cannot get him to take more stimulants than we have been giving him. i am afraid there is no toilet-vinegar in the house. i came to see if either of you had a smelling-bottle, which might revive him."
all that miss franklin could do was to shake her head. she was so thankful, yet she felt so guilty, so ashamed of herself.
dora fumbled nervously in her pocket and gave annie something, which she carried off in triumph. miss franklin sat down again and cried afresh
[381]
between trembling joy and lively vexation. "oh, won't it be a mercy, for which we can never praise our maker too much, if dear tom gets over his illness after all?" she managed to say; but she could do no more—even that lame speech was made awkwardly. to apologize for the heinous offence she had committed would be a greater enormity than the offence itself.
but when miss franklin had time to think it over afterwards, she was under the impression that dora millar had forgotten all about their altercation. she sat there with hands clasped, lips parted, and brimming eyes half raised to heaven, as if in instinctive acknowledgment of a thousand piteous prayers in the act of being answered by him who counts the stars and calls them by name, and heals the broken in heart. miss franklin's account of dora's look was that, for a moment, she was positively frightened at the dear girl, dora seemed so near another world at that moment, and as likely as not to be holding communication with it. even tom robinson could not have been nearer when he was more than half way across the border-land.
