Sad Cypress

Another of those hoarse raucous sounds. Elinor guessed at the meaning. She said:

‘Mary Gerrard?’

Slowly the right hand moved shakily in assent.

A long burble of sound came from the sick woman’s lips. Dr Lord and Elinor frowned helplessly. Again and again it came. Then Elinor got a word.

‘Provision? You want to make provision for her in your will? You want her to have some money? I see, dear Aunt Laura. That will be quite simple. Mr Seddon will come down tomorrow and everything shall be arranged exactly as you wish.’

The sufferer seemed relieved. The look of distress faded from that appealing eye. Elinor took her hand in hers and felt a feeble pressure from the fingers.

Mrs Welman said with a great effort:

‘You—all—you…’

Elinor said: ‘Yes, yes, leave it all to me. I will see that everything you want is done!’

She felt the pressure of the fingers again. Then it relaxed. The eyelids drooped and closed.

Dr Lord laid a hand on Elinor’s arm and drew her gently away out of the room. Nurse O’Brien resumed her seat near the bed.

Outside on the landing Mary Gerrard was talking to Nurse Hopkins. She started forward.

‘Oh, Dr Lord, can I go in to her, please?’

He nodded.

‘Keep quite quiet, though, and don’t disturb her.’

Mary went into the sick-room.

Dr Lord said:

‘Your train was late. You—’ He stopped.

Elinor had turned her head to look after Mary. Suddenly she became aware of his abrupt silence. She turned her head and looked at him inquiringly. He was staring at her, a startled look in his face. The colour rose in Elinor’s cheeks.

She said hurriedly:

‘I beg your pardon. What did you say?’

Peter Lord said slowly:

‘What was I saying? I don’t remember. Miss Carlisle, you were splendid in there!’ He spoke warmly. ‘Quick to understand, reassuring, everything you should have been.’

The very faintest of sniffs came from Nurse Hopkins.

Elinor said:

‘Poor darling. It upset me terribly seeing her like that.’

‘Of course. But you didn’t show it. You must have great self-control.’

Elinor said, her lips set very straight:

‘I’ve learnt not—to show my feelings.’

The doctor said slowly:

‘All the same the mask’s bound to slip once in a while.’

Nurse Hopkins had bustled into the bathroom. Elinor said, raising her delicate eyebrows and looking full at him:

‘The mask?’

Dr Lord said:

‘The human face is, after all, nothing more nor less than a mask.’

‘And underneath?’

‘Underneath is the primitive human man or woman.’

She turned away quickly and led the way downstairs.

Peter Lord followed, puzzled and unwontedly serious.

Roddy came out into the hall to meet them.

‘Well?’ he asked anxiously.

Elinor said:

‘Poor darling. It’s very sad to see her… I shouldn’t go, Roddy—till—till—she asks for you.’

Roddy asked:

‘Did she want anything—special?’

Peter Lord said to Elinor:

‘I must be off now. There’s nothing more I can do for the moment. I’ll look in early tomorrow. Goodbye, Miss Carlisle. Don’t—don’t worry too much.’

He held her hand in his for a moment or two. He had a strangely reassuring and comforting clasp. He looked at her, Elinor thought, rather oddly as though—as though he was sorry for her.

As the door shut behind the doctor, Roddy repeated his question.

Elinor said: