Even as he was speaking, a telegraph boy hurried up to the door.
"This is evidently to tell your ladies that which I had hoped to be able to break to them. So I will not stop now." And as Anna stared at him with woe-begone eyes, he said kindly:
"It might have been, as I said just now, infinitely worse. I am told that there is a great difference between the words _severely_ and _dangerously_. Had he been dangerously wounded, he could not possibly have been moved to England. And consider what a comfort it will be to the poor girl to have him here, within a stone's throw. Why, she will be able to be with him all the time. Yes, yes, it might be worse--a great deal worse!" He added feelingly, "It is a very sad time that we are _all_ living through."
He held out his hand and grasped the old woman's hard, work-worn fingers very warmly in his. Dr. Haworth, as the good people of Witanbury were fond of reminding one another--generally in a commendatory, though sometimes in a complaining, tone--was a real gentleman.
There followed hours of that merciful rush and bustle which at such moments go a long way to deaden suspense and pain. General and Lady Blake were arriving this evening, and the spare room of the Trellis House had to be got ready for them, and Rose's room--a lengthier matter this--transformed into a dressing-room.
But at last everything was ready, and then Rose went off, alone, to the station, to meet the London express.
The train was very late, and as she paced up and down the long platform she began wondering, with a kind of weary, confused wonder, whether there had been an accident, for now everything startling and dreadful seemed within the bounds of possibility. Yesterday with what eagerness would she have bought two or three evening papers--but now the thought of doing so did not even occur to her.
Yesterday--nay, to-day, up to three hours ago--she had been so happy, lacking even that latent anxiety which had been with her for so long, for she had supposed Jervis to be out of the trenches, resting. In fact, for the first time she had not been thinking much of Jervis, for her mind had been filled with her coming visit to London.
She was but very slightly acquainted with Sir John Blake, and she felt rather frightened of him--of the father whom Jervis loved and feared. True, he had written her a very kind, if a very short, note; but she had been afraid that she would not please him--that he would not approve of Jervis's choice....