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<h3> CHAPTER XXI </h3>
<h3> HARD ON THE SECRETARY </h3>
<p>Nurse Rosemary sat with her patient in the sunny library at Gleneesh. A
small table was between them, upon which lay a pile of letters—his
morning mail—ready for her to open, read to him, and pass across,
should there chance to be one among them he wished to touch or to keep
in his pocket.</p>
<p>They were seated close to the French window opening on to the terrace;
the breeze, fragrant with the breath of spring flowers, blew about
them, and the morning sun streamed in.</p>
<p>Garth, in white flannels, wearing a green tie and a button-hole of
primroses, lay back luxuriously, enjoying, with his rapidly quickening
senses, the scent of the flowers and the touch of the sun-beams.</p>
<p>Nurse Rosemary finished reading a letter of her own, folded it, and put
it in her pocket with a feeling of thankful relief. Deryck was coming.
He had not failed her.</p>
<p>"A man's letter, Miss Gray," said Garth unexpectedly.</p>
<p>"Quite right," said Nurse Rosemary. "How did you know?"</p>
<p>"Because it was on one sheet. A woman's letter on a matter of great
importance would have run to two, if not three. And that letter was on
a matter of importance."</p>
<p>"Right again," said Nurse Rosemary, smiling. "And again, how did you
know?"</p>
<p>"Because you gave a little sigh of relief after reading the first line,
and another, as you folded it and replaced it in the envelope."</p>
<p>Nurse Rosemary laughed. "You are getting on so fast, Mr. Dalmain, that
soon we shall be able to keep no secrets. My letter was from—"</p>
<p>"Oh, don't tell me," cried Garth quickly, putting out his hand in
protest. "I had no idea of seeming curious as to your private
correspondence, Miss Gray. Only it is such a pleasure to report
progress to you in the things I manage to find out without being told."</p>
<p>"But I meant to tell you anyway," said Nurse Rosemary. "The letter is
from Sir Deryck, and, amongst other things, he says he is coming up to
see you next Saturday."</p>
<p>"Ah, good!" said Garth. "And what a change he will find! And I shall
have the pleasure of reporting on the nurse, secretary, reader, and
unspeakably patient guide and companion he provided for me." Then he
added, in a tone of suddenly awakened anxiety: "He is not coming to
take you away, is he?"</p>
<p>"No," said Nurse Rosemary, "not yet. But, Mr. Dalmain, I was wanting to
ask whether you could spare me just during forty-eight hours; and Dr.
Brand's visit would be an excellent opportunity. I could leave you more
easily, knowing you would have his companionship. If I may take the
week-end, leaving on Friday night, I could return early on Monday
morning, and be with you in time to do the morning letters. Dr. Brand
would read you Saturday's and Sunday's—Ah, I forgot; there is no
Sunday post. So I should miss but one; and he would more than take my
place in other ways."</p>
<p>"Very well," said Garth, striving not to show disappointment. "I should
have liked that we three should have talked together. But no wonder you
want a time off. Shall you be going far?"</p>
<p>"No; I have friends near by. And now, do you wish to attend to your
letters?"</p>
<p>"Yes," said Garth, reaching out his hand. "Wait a minute. There is a
newspaper among them. I smell the printing ink. I don't want that. But
kindly give me the rest."</p>
<p>Nurse Rosemary took out the newspaper; then pushed the pile along,
until it touched his hand.</p>
<p>Garth took them. "What a lot!" he said, smiling in pleasurable
anticipation. "I say, Miss Gray, if you profit as you ought to do by
the reading of so many epistles written in every possible and
impossible style, you ought to be able to bring out a pretty
comprehensive 'Complete Letter-writer.' Do you remember the condolences
of Mrs. Parker-Bangs? I think that was the first time we really laughed
together. Kind old soul! But she should not have mentioned blind
Bartimaeus dipping seven times in the pool of Siloam. It is always best
to avoid classical allusions, especially if sacred, unless one has them
accurately. Now—" Garth paused.</p>
<p>He had been handling his letters, one by one; carefully fingering each,
before laying it on the table beside him. He had just come to one
written on foreign paper, and sealed. He broke off his sentence
abruptly, held the letter silently for a moment, then passed his
fingers slowly over the seal.</p>
<p>Nurse Rosemary watched him anxiously. He made no remark, but after a
moment laid it down and took up the next. But when he passed the pile
across to her, he slipped the sealed letter beneath the rest, so that
she should come to it last of all.</p>
<p>Then the usual order of proceedings commenced. Garth lighted a
cigarette—one of the first things he had learned to do for
himself—and smoked contentedly, carefully placing his ash-tray, and
almost unfailingly locating the ash, in time and correctly.</p>
<p>Nurse Rosemary took up the first letter, read the postmark, and
described the writing on the envelope. Garth guessed from whom it came,
and was immensely pleased if, on opening, his surmise proved correct.
There were nine to-day, of varying interest,—some from men friends,
one or two from charming women who professed themselves ready to come
and see him as soon as he wished for visitors, one from a blind asylum
asking for a subscription, a short note from the doctor heralding his
visit, and a bill for ties from a Bond Street shop.</p>
<p>Nurse Rosemary's fingers shook as she replaced the eighth in its
envelope. The last of the pile lay on the table. As she took it up,
Garth with a quick movement flung his cigarette-end through the window,
and lay back, shading his face with his hand.</p>
<p>"Did I shoot straight, nurse?" he asked.</p>
<p>She leaned forward and saw the tiny column of blue smoke rising from
the gravel.</p>
<p>"Quite straight," she said. "Mr. Dalmain, this letter has an Egyptian
stamp, and the postmark is Cairo. It is sealed with scarlet
sealing-wax, and the engraving on the seal is a plumed helmet with the
visor closed."</p>
<p>"And the writing?" asked Garth, mechanically and very quietly.</p>
<p>"The handwriting is rather bold and very clear, with no twirls or
flourishes. It is written with a broad nib."</p>
<p>"Will you kindly open it, nurse, and tell me the signature before
reading the rest of the letter."</p>
<p>Nurse Rosemary fought with her throat, which threatened to close
altogether and stifle her voice. She opened the letter, turned to the
last page, and found the signature.</p>
<p>"It is signed 'Jane Champion,' Mr. Dalmain," said Nurse Rosemary.</p>
<p>"Read it, please," said Garth quietly. And Nurse Rosemary began.</p>
<P CLASS="letter">
Dear Dal: What CAN I write? If I were with you, there would be so much
I could say; but writing is so difficult, so impossible.</p>
<P CLASS="letter">
I know it is harder for you than it would have been for any of us; but
you will be braver over it than we should have been, and you will come
through splendidly, and go on thinking life beautiful, and making it
seem so to other people. <i>I</i> never thought it so until that summer at
Overdene and Shenstone when you taught me the perception of beauty.
Since then, in every sunset and sunrise, in the blue-green of the
Atlantic, the purple of the mountains, the spray of Niagara, the cherry
blossom of Japan, the golden deserts of Egypt, I have thought of you,
and understood them better, because of you. Oh, Dal! I should like to
come and tell you all about them, and let you see them through my eyes;
and then you would widen out my narrow understanding of them, and show
them again to me in greater loveliness.</p>
<P CLASS="letter">
I hear you receive no visitors; but cannot you make just one exception,
and let me come?</p>
<P CLASS="letter">
I was at the Great Pyramid when I heard. I was sitting on the piazza
after dinner. The moonlight called up memories. I had just made up my
mind to give up the Nile, and to come straight home, and write asking
you to come and see me; when General Loraine turned up, with an English
paper and a letter from Myra, and—I heard. Would you have come, Garth?</p>
<P CLASS="letter">
And now, my friend, as you cannot come to me, may I come to you? If you
just say: "COME," I will come from any part of the world where I may
chance to be when the message reaches me. Never mind this Egyptian
address. I shall not be there when you are hearing this. Direct to me
at my aunt's town house. All my letters go there, and are forwarded
unopened.</p>
<P CLASS="letter">
LET ME COME. And oh, do believe that I know something of how hard it is
for you. But God can "enable."</p>
<P CLASS="letter">
Believe me to be,</p>
<P CLASS="letter">
Yours, more than I can write,
<br/>
Jane Champion.</p>
<p>Garth removed the hand which had been shielding his face.</p>
<p>"If you are not tired, Miss Gray, after reading so many letters, I
should like to dictate my answer to that one immediately, while it is
fresh in my mind. Have you paper there? Thank you. May we begin?— Dear
Miss Champion ... I am deeply touched by your kind letter of sympathy
... It was especially good of you to write to me from so far away amid
so much which might well have diverted your attention from friends at
home."</p>
<p>A long pause. Nurse Rosemary Gray waited, pen in hand, and hoped the
beating of her heart was only in her own ears, and not audible across
the small table.</p>
<p>"I am glad you did not give up the Nile trip but—"</p>
<p>An early bee hummed in from the hyacinths and buzzed against the pane.
Otherwise the room was very still.</p>
<p>—"but of course, if you had sent for me I should have come."</p>
<p>The bee fought the window angrily, up and down, up and down, for
several minutes; then found the open glass and whirled out into the
sunshine, joyfully.</p>
<p>Absolute silence in the room, until Garth's quiet voice broke it as he
went on dictating.</p>
<p>"It is more than kind of you to suggest coming to see me, but—"</p>
<p>Nurse Rosemary dropped her pen. "Oh, Mr. Dalmain," she said, "let her
come."</p>
<p>Garth turned upon her a face of blank surprise.</p>
<p>"I do not wish it," he said, in a tone of absolute finality.</p>
<p>"But think how hard it must be for any one to want so much to be near
a—a friend in trouble, and to be kept away."</p>
<p>"It is only her wonderful kindness of heart makes her offer to come,
Miss Gray. She is a friend and comrade of long ago. It would greatly
sadden her to see me thus."</p>
<p>"It does not seem so to her," pleaded Nurse Rosemary. "Ah, cannot you
read between the lines? Or does it take a woman's heart to understand a
woman's letter? Did I read it badly? May I read it over again?"</p>
<p>A look of real annoyance gathered upon Garth's face. He spoke with
quiet sternness, a frown bending his straight black brows.</p>
<p>"You read it quite well," he said, "but you do not do well to discuss
it. I must feel able to dictate my letters to my secretary, without
having to explain them."</p>
<p>"I beg your pardon, sir," said Nurse Rosemary humbly. "I was wrong."</p>
<p>Garth stretched his hand across the table, and left it there a moment;
though no responsive hand was placed within it.</p>
<p>"Never mind," he said, with his winning smile, "my kind little mentor
and guide. You can direct me in most things, but not in this. Now let
us conclude. Where were we? Ah—'to suggest coming to see me.' Did you
put `It is most kind' or `It is more than kind?'"</p>
<p>"'More than kind,'" said Nurse Rosemary, brokenly.</p>
<p>"Right, for it is indeed more than kind. Only she and I can possibly
know how much more. Now let us go on ... But I am receiving no
visitors, and do not desire any until I have so mastered my new
circumstances that the handicap connected with them shall neither be
painful nor very noticeable to other people. During the summer I shall
be learning step by step to live this new life, in complete seclusion
at Gleneesh. I feel sure my friends will respect my wish in this
matter. I have with me one who most perfectly and patiently is
helping—Ah, wait!" cried Garth suddenly. "I will not say that. She
might think—she might misunderstand. Had you begun to write it? No?
What was the last word? 'Matter?' Ah yes. That is right. Full stop
after 'matter.' Now let me think."</p>
<p>Garth dropped his face into his hands, and sat for a long time absorbed
in thought.</p>
<p>Nurse Rosemary waited. Her right hand held the pen poised over the
paper. Her left was pressed against her breast. Her eyes rested on that
dark bowed head, with a look of unutterable yearning and of passionate
tenderness. At last Garth lifted his face. "Yours very sincerely, Garth
Dalmain;" he said. And, silently, Nurse Rosemary wrote it.</p>
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