Nurse Elisia Part 16

"I say," he whispered, "what a change it seems! Only this morning talking to us as he did, and now helpless like that."

"Yes; it is terrible how prostrate an accident renders a man."

"Did--did he say anything to you about--about marriage?"

Neil started and looked sharply at his brother, who had faltered as he spoke.

"Yes, but there is no occasion to discuss that now."

"No, I suppose not, but he was wonderfully set upon our being regularly engaged to those two girls. Don't seem natural for that sort of thing to be settled for you downright without your being consulted. It's just as if you were a royal personage."

"My dear Alison, is this a time for such a subject to be discussed?

Pray go now."

"Oh, very well--till four o'clock, then."

The young man left the room, and Neil sat down to think, after a closer examination of his father's state. For Alison's words had started a current of thought which soon startled him by its intensity, as it raised up the calm, pale face of one who had constantly been at his side in cases of emergency--one who was always tenderly sensitive and ready to suffer with those who suffered, whose voice had a sweet, sympathetic ring as she spoke words of encouragement or consolation to the agony-wrung patient, but who could be firm as a rock at times, when a sufferer's life depended upon the strength of mind and nerve of the attendant.

Always that face, looking with calm, deep, thoughtful eyes into his, but with no heightening of colour, no tremor in the sensitive nerves of the smooth, high temples; and as he sat there thinking, she seemed to him one whom no words of man, however earnest and impa.s.sioned, could stir, certainly not such words as he could speak.

He started from his reverie, which had in spirit taken him back to the hospital where the tall, graceful figure glided silently from bed to bed, and the colour mounted quickly to his cheeks as a faint tapping came at the door, and upon his opening it he started again, for there was a figure, tall and slight, indistinctly seen in the darkness, as if his thoughts had evoked the presence of her upon whom his mind had dwelt.

"It is only I, Neil, dear," whispered a pleasant, silvery voice.

"Isabel? I thought you were in bed."

"How could you, Neil, dear!" she said reproachfully. "I could not go to bed and sleep knowing you were sitting up with poor papa. How is he now, dear?"

"Just the same, and must be for some time." Isabel sighed.

"Neil, dear," she whispered, "I've got a spirit-lamp and kettle in the next room, and as soon as you like I'll make you some tea."

"Thank you, my dear. Leave it ready and I'll make some myself."

"No, no, Neil, dear," she said, clinging to him. "Don't send me away.

I could not sleep to-night."

"But you must, dear. I want you to be rested and strong, so as to come and sit with him to-morrow while I have some sleep."

"Yes, dear, of course," she whispered, as she crept closer within the protecting arm round her, and laid her head upon her brother's shoulder.

"Come, come," Neil whispered, as he stroked her soft hair, "you must not fret and give way. Troubles come into every family, and we must learn to bear them with fort.i.tude."

"Yes, Neil, dear, and I am trying hard to bear this bravely."

She nestled to him more closely, and as he smoothed her hair again and stroked her cheek, gazing down the while at its soft outline, he could not help thinking how attractive in appearance she had grown. "There,"

he said at last. "Now you must go."

"Yes, dear, directly. But--Neil--"

"What is it?"

"May I talk to you?"

"Of course."

"But as I used when you were at home and I told you all my secrets?"

"I hope you will, Bel. Why shouldn't you trust your big brother?"

"Yes; why not?" she said eagerly. "And you will not think me a silly girl nor forward?"

"I hope not."

"Nor that I should not have spoken to you at such a time?"

"Why, what is the terrible secret, then?" he whispered, as he kissed her tenderly and made her throw her arms about his neck and utter a sob.

"Ah, I see; something about Beck."

She hid her face on his shoulder, and he felt her nod her head.

"He told me what you said to him, dear," she whispered. "It was very dreadful at a time like this, but I could not help him speaking."

"Oh, he told you, eh?"

"Yes, dear, and he told me what papa said."

"Don't--don't talk about it, my child. It seems too terrible now."

"Yes, dear, it does," she said with a sob, "but the words would come.

Let me ask you one thing, Neil, dear, and then I will not say another word. I wouldn't say this, only it is so very terrible to me, and it's all so still and quiet here now in the middle of the night, and it seems just the time for speaking."

"What is it, then?"

Isabel was silent for a few moments, and then, with her lips very close to her brother's ear, she whispered:

"Neil, dear, do you feel sure that papa will get better?"

"Yes; I do not think there is any doubt about it."

Isabel uttered a sigh full of relief, and, leaving her brother, went softly to the bedside to bend down and kiss the sufferer's brow. Then returning, she nestled close up to her brother again.

He kissed her affectionately, and led her toward the door.

"There, good-night, now," he whispered, but she clung to him tightly, and he took her head between his hands and gazed down into her shrinking eyes.

"What is it, little one?" he said; and she feebly struggled with him, so as to avert her face from his searching eyes, but she made no reply.