The baroness and Aubertin were just getting out of their carriage, when suddenly they heard shrieks of terror in the Pleasaunce.They came with quaking hearts as fast as their old limbs would carry them.They found Rose and Josephine crouched over the body of a man, an officer.
Rose was just tearing open his collar and jacket.Dard and Jacintha had run from the kitchen at the screams.Camille lay on his back, white and motionless.
The doctor was the first to come up."Who! what is this? I seem to know his face." Then shaking his head, "Whoever it is, it is a bad case.Stand away, ladies.Let me feel his pulse."Whilst the old man was going stiffly down on one knee, Jacintha uttered a cry of terror."See, see! his shirt! that red streak!
Ah, ah! it is getting bigger and bigger:" and she turned faint in a moment, and would have fallen but for Dard.
The doctor looked."All the better," said he firmly."I thought he was dead.His blood flows; then I will save him.Don't clutch me so, Josephine; don't cling to me like that.Now is the time to show your breed: not turn sick at the sight of a little blood, like that foolish creature, but help me save him.""Take him in-doors," cried the baroness.
"Into our house, mamma?" gasped Rose; "no, no.""What," said the baroness, "a wounded soldier who has fought for France! leave him to lie and die outside my door: what would my son say to that? He is a soldier himself."Rose cast a hasty look at Josephine.Josephine's eyes were bent on the ground, and her hands clenched and trembling.
"Now, Jacintha, you be off," said the doctor."I can't have cowards about him to make the others as bad.Go and stew down a piece of good beef for him.Stew it in red wine and water.""That I will: poor thing!"
"Why, I know him," said the baroness suddenly; "it is an old acquaintance, young Dujardin: you remember, Josephine.I used to suspect him of a fancy for you, poor fellow! Why, he must have come here to see us, poor soul.""No matter who it is; it is a man.Now, girls, have you courage, have you humanity? Then come one on each side of him and take hands beneath his back, while I lift his head and Dard his legs.""And handle him gently whatever you do," said Dard."I know what it is to be wounded."These four carried the lifeless burden very slowly and gently across the Pleasaunce to the house, then with more difficulty and caution up the stairs.
All the while the sisters' hands griped one another tight beneath the lifeless burden, and spoke to one another.And Josephine's arm upheld tenderly but not weakly the hero she had struck down.She avoided Rose's eye, her mother's, and even the doctor's: one gasping sob escaped her as she walked with head half averted, and vacant, terror-stricken eyes, and her victim on her sustaining arm.
The doctor selected the tapestried chamber for him as being most airy.Then he ordered the women out, and with Dard's help undressed the still insensible patient.
Josephine sat down on the stairs in gloomy silence, her eyes on the ground, like one waiting for her deathblow.
Rose, sick at heart, sat silent too at some distance.At last she said faintly, "Have we done well?""I don't know," said Josephine doggedly.Her eyes never left the ground.
"We could not let him die for want of care.""He will not thank us.Better for him to die than live.Better for me."At this instant Dard came running down."Good news, mesdemoiselles, good news! the wound runs all along; it is not deep, like mine was.
He has opened his eyes and shut them again.The dear good doctor stopped the blood in a twinkle.The doctor says he'll be bound to save him.I must run and tell Jacintha.She is taking on in the kitchen."Josephine, who had risen eagerly from her despairing posture, clasped her hands together, then lifted up her voice and wept."He will live! he will live!"When she had wept a long while, she said to Rose, "Come, sister, help your poor Josephine.""Yes, love, what shall we do?"
"My duty," faltered Josephine."An hour ago it seemed so sweet,"and she fell to weeping patiently again.They went to Josephine's room.She crept slowly to a wardrobe, and took out a gray silk dress.
"Oh, never mind for to-day," cried Rose.
"Help me, Rose.It is for myself as well; to remind me every moment I am Madame Raynal."They put the gray gown on her, both weeping patiently.It will be known at the last day, all that honest women have suffered weeping silently in this noisy world.
Camille soon recovered his senses and a portion of his strength:
then the irritation of his wound brought on fever.This in turn retired before the doctor's remedies and a sound constitution, but it left behind it a great weakness and general prostration.And in this state the fate of the body depends greatly on the mind.
The baroness and the doctor went constantly to see him, and soothe him: he smiled and thanked them, but his eager eyes watched the door for one who came not.
When he got well enough to leave his bed the largest couch was sent up to him from the saloon; a kind hand lined the baron's silk dressing-gown for him warm and soft and nice; and he would sit or lie on his couch, or take two turns in the room leaning upon Rose's shoulder, and glad of the support; and he looked piteously in her eyes when she came and when she went.Rose looked down; she could do nothing, she could say nothing.
With his strength, Camille lost a portion of his pride: he pined for a sight of her he no longer respected; pined for her, as the thirsty pine for water in Sahara.
At last one day he spoke out."How kind you are to me, Rose! how kind you all are--but one."He waited in hopes she would say something, but she held her tongue.
"At least tell me why it is.Is she ashamed? Is she afraid?""Neither."
