The Necromancers eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 237 pages of information about The Necromancers.

Nothing particular had happened for the last ten days.  Mrs. Baxter’s feverish cold had developed, and she was but now emerging from the nightdress and flannel-jacket stage to that of the petticoat and dressing-gown.  It was all very ordinary and untragic, and Maggie had had but little time to consider the events on which her subconscious attention still dwelt.  Mr. Cathcart had had no particular news to give her.  Laurie, it seemed, was working silently with his coach, talking little.  Yet the old man did not for one instant withdraw one word that he had said.  Only, in answer to a series of positive inquiries from the girl two days before, he had told her to wait and see him for herself, warning her at the same time to show no signs of perturbation to the boy.

And now the day was come—­Easter Eve, as it happened—­and she would see him before night.  He had sent no answer to her first letter; then, finally, a telegram had come that morning announcing his train.

She was wondering with all her might that afternoon as to what she would see.  In a way she was terrified; in another way she was contemptuous.  The evidence was so extraordinarily confused.  If he were in danger of insanity, how was it that.  Mr. Cathcart advised her to get him down to a house with only two women and a few maids?  Who was there besides this old gentleman who ever dreamed that such a danger was possible?  How, if it was so obvious that she would see the change for herself, was it that others—­Mr. Morton, for example—­had not seen it too?  More than ever the theory gained force in her mind that the whole thing was grossly exaggerated by this old man, and that all that was the matter with Laurie was a certain nervous strain.

Yet, for all that, as the afternoon closed in, she felt her nerves tightening.  She walked a little in the garden while the old lady took her nap; she came in to read to her again from the vellum-bound little book as the afternoon light began to fade.  Then, after tea, she went under orders to see for herself whether Laurie’s room was as it should be.

It struck her with an odd sense of strangeness as she went in; she scarcely knew why; she told herself it was because of what she had heard of him lately.  But all was as it should be.  There were spring flowers on the table and mantelshelf, and a pleasant fire on the hearth.  It was even reassuring after she had been there a minute or two.

Then she went to look at the smoking-room where she had sat with him and heard the curious noise of the cracking wood on the night of the thaw, when the boy had behaved so foolishly.  Here, too, was a fire, a tall porter’s chair drawn on one side with its back to the door, and a deep leather couch set opposite.  There was a box of Laurie’s cigarettes set ready on the table—­candles, matches, flowers, the illustrated papers—­yes, everything.

But she stood looking on it all for a few moments with an odd emotion.  It was familiar, homely, domestic—­yet it was strange.  There was an air of expectation about it all....  Then on a sudden the emotions precipitated themselves in tenderness....  Ah! poor Laurie....

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