Judith Shakespeare Part 49

"Ah," said he, quickly, and even joyously, "I have brought good news.

Where is Judith? May I see her? I want to tell her that her father is come, and will be here to see her presently----"

And then something in the scared face that was regarding him struck him with a sudden terror.

"What is it?" he said, with his own face become about as pale as hers.

"Judith is very ill," was the answer.

"Yes, yes," he said eagerly, "and that she was when I left. But now that her father is come, 'twill be all different--'twill be all set right now. And you will tell her, then, if I may not? Nay, but may not I see her for a moment--but for a moment--to say how her father is come all the way to see her--ay, and hath a store of trinkets for her--and is come to comfort her into the a.s.surance that all will go well? Why, will not such a message cheer her?"

"Good Master Quiney," Susan said, with tears welling into her eyes, "if you were to see her she would not know you--she knows no one--she knows not that she is ill--but speaks of herself as some other----"

"But her father!" he exclaimed, in dismay, "will she not know him? Will she not understand? Nay, surely 'tis not yet too late!"

But here Doctor Hall appeared; and when he was told that Judith's father was come to the town, and would shortly be at the cottage, he merely said that perhaps his presence might soothe her somewhat, or even lead her delirious wanderings into a gentler channel, but that she would almost certainly be unable to recognize him. Nor was the fever yet at its height, he said, and they could do but little for her. They could but wait and hope. As for Quiney, he did not ask to be admitted to the room. He seemed stunned. He sat down in the kitchen, heeding no one, and vaguely wondering whether any lengthening of the stages of the journey would have brought them better in time. Nay, had he not wasted precious hours in London in vainly seeking to find himself face to face with Jack Orridge!

Prudence chanced to come down-stairs. As he entered the kitchen he forgot to give her any greeting; he only said, quickly,

"Think you she will not understand that her father is come to see her?

Surely she must understand so much, Prudence! You will tell her, will you not? and ask her if she sees him standing before her?"

"I know not--I am afraid," said Prudence, anxiously. "Perchance it may frighten her the more; forever she says that she sees him, and always with an angry face toward her; and she is for hiding herself away from him--and even talking of the river! Good lack, 'tis pitiful that she should be so struck down--and almost at death's door--and all we can do of so little avail."

"Prudence," said he, starting to his feet, "there is her father just come; I hear him; now take him to her--and you will see--you will see. I may not go--a strange face might frighten her--but I know she will recognize him--and understand--and he will tell her to have no longer any fear of him----"

Prudence hurried away to meet Judith's father, who was in the doorway, getting such information as was possible, from the doctor. And then they all of them (all but Quiney) stole gently up-stairs; and they stood at the door in absolute silence, while Judith's father went forward to the bed--so quietly that the girl did not seem to notice his approach.

The grandmother was there, sitting by the bedside and speaking to her in a low voice.

"Hush thee now, sweeting, hush thee now," she was saying, and she patted her hand. "Nay, I know 'twas ill done; 'tis quite right what thou sayest; they treated her not well; and the poor wench anxious to please them all. But have no fear for her--nay, trouble not thy head with thoughts of her--she be safe at home again, I trust. Hush thee, now, sweeting; 'twill go well with her, I doubt not; I swear to thee her father be no longer angry with the wench; 'twill all go well with her, and well. Have no fear."

The girl looked at her steadily, and yet with a strange light in her eyes, as if she saw distant things before her, or was seeking to recall them.

"There was Susan, too," she said, in a low voice, "that sang so sweet--oh, in the church it was so sweet to hear her; but when it was '_The rose is from my garden gone_,' she would not sing that, though that was ever in her sister's mind after she went away down to the river-side. I cannot think why they would not sing it to her; perchance the parson thought 'twas wicked--I know not now. And when she herself would try it with the lute, nothing would come right--all went wrong with her--all went wrong; and her father came angry and terrible to seek her--and 'twas the parson that would drag her forth--the bushes were not thick enough--good grandam, why should the bushes in the garden be so thin that the terrible eyes peered through them, and she tried to hide and could not?"

"Nay, I tell thee, sweetheart," said the grandmother, whispering to her, "that the poor wench you speak of went home; and all were well content with her, and her father was right pleased; indeed, indeed, 'twas so."

"Poor Judith, poor Judith!" the girl murmured to herself; and then she laughed slightly. "She was ever the stupid one; naught would go right with her; ay, and evil-tempered she was, too, for Quiney would ride all the way to London for her, and she thanked him with never a word or a look--never a word or a look, and he going all the way to please her.

Poor wench, all went wrong with her somehow; but they might have let her go; she was so anxious to hide; and then to drag her forth--from under the bushes--grandam, it was cruelly done of them, was it not?"

"Ay, ay, but hush thee now, dearie," her grandmother said, as she put a cool cloth on the burning forehead. "'Tis quite well now with the poor wench you speak of."

Her father drew nearer, and took her hand quietly.

"Judith," said he, "poor la.s.s, I am come to see you."

For an instant there was a startled look of fear in her eyes; but that pa.s.sed, and she regarded him at first with a kind of smiling wonder, and thereafter with a contented satisfaction, as though his presence was familiar. Nay, she turned her attention altogether toward him now, and addressed him--not in any heart-broken way, but cheerfully, and as if he had been listening to her all along. It was clear that she did not in the least know who he was.

"There now, la.s.s," said he, "knowest thou that Quiney and I have ridden all the way from London to see thee? and thou must lie still and rest, and get well again, ere we can carry thee out into the garden."

She was looking at him with those strangely brilliant eyes.

"But not into the garden," she said, in a vacant kind of way. "That is all gone away now--gone away. 'Twas long ago--when poor Judith used to go into the garden--and right fair and beautiful it was--ay, and her father would praise her hair and the color of it--until he grew angry, and drove her away far from him then--and then--she wandered down to the river--and always Susan's song was in her mind--or the other one, that was near as sad as that, about the western wind, was it not? How went it now?--

"'Western wind, when will you blow?'

Nay, I cannot recall it--'tis gone out of my head, grandam, and there is only fire there--and fire--and fire--

"'Western wind, when will you blow?'

it went--and then about the rain next, what was it?--

"'So weary falls the rain!'

Ay, ay, that was it now--I remember Susan singing it--

"'Western wind, when will you blow?

So weary falls the rain!

Oh, if my love were in my arms, Or I in my bed again!'"

And here she turned away from them and fell a-crying, and hid from them, as it were, covering her face with both her hands.

"Grandmother, grandmother," they could hear her say through her sobbing, "there was but the one rose in my garden, and that is gone now--they have robbed me of that--and what cared I for aught else? And Quiney is gone too, without a word or a look--without a word or a look--and ere he be come back--well, I shall be away by then--he will have no need to quarrel with me and think ill of me that I chanced to meet the parson.

'Tis all over now, grandmother, and done with, and you will let me bide with you for just a little while longer--a little while, grandmother; 'tis no great matter for so little a while, though I cannot help you as I would--but Cicely is a good la.s.s--and 'twill be for a little while--for last night again I found Hamnet--ay, ay, he hath all things in readiness now--all in readiness----" And then she uttered a slight cry, or moan rather. "Grandmother, grandmother, why do you not keep the parson away from me? You said that you would!"

"Hush, hush, child," the grandmother said, bending over her and speaking softly and closely. "You are over-concerned about the poor la.s.s that was treated so ill. Take heart now; I tell thee all is going well with her; her father hath taken her home again, and she is as happy as the day is long. Nay, I swear to thee, good wench, if thou lie still and restful, I will take thee to see her some of these days. Hush thee now, dearie; 'tis going right well with the la.s.s now."

The doctor touched the arm of Judith's father, and they both withdrew.

"She knew you not," said he; "and the fewer people around her the better--they set her fancies wandering."

They went down-stairs to where Quiney was awaiting them, and the sombre look on their faces told its tale.

"She is in danger!" he said, quickly.

The doctor was busy with his own thoughts, but he glanced at the young man and saw the burning anxiety of his eyes.

"The fever must run its course," said he, "and Judith hath had a brave const.i.tution these many years that I fear not will make a good fight.

'Twas a sore pity that she was so distressed and stricken down in spirits, as I hear, ere the fever seized her."

Quiney turned to the window.

"Too late--too late!" said he. "And yet I spared not the nag."

"You have done all that man could do," her father said, going to him.

"Nay, had I myself guessed that she was in such peril--but 'tis past recall now."

And then he took the young man by the hand, and grasped it firmly.