Hilda eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 325 pages of information about Hilda.

Hilda eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 325 pages of information about Hilda.

Hilda Howe, approaching the end of her probation at the Baker Institution, threw the dormitory window wide to them, went out to seek them.  They brought her a new stirring of vitality, something deep within her leaped up responding to the voucher the evenings brought that presently they would bring something new and different.  She vibrated to an irrepressible pulse of accord with that:  it made her hand strong and her brain clear for the unimportant matters that remained within the scope of the monotonous moment.  Her spirits gained an enviable lightness, she began again to see beautiful, touching things in the life that carried her on with it.  She explained to Stephen Arnold that she was immensely happy at having passed the last of her nursing examinations.

“I hardly dare ask you,” he said, “what you are going to do now.”

He looked furtive and anxious; she saw that he did.

“I hardly dare ask myself,” she answered, and was immediately conscious that for the first time in the history of their relations she had spoken to him that which was expedient.

“I hope the Sisters are not trying to influence you,” he said firmly.

“Fancy!” she cried irrelevantly.  “I heard the other day that Sister Ann Frances had described me as the pride of the Baker Institution!” She laughed with delight at the humour of it, and he smiled too.  When she laughed he seemed nearly always now to have confidence enough to smile too.

“You might ask for another six months.”

“Heavens, no!  No—­I shall make up my mind.”

“Then you may go away,” Arnold said.  They were standing at the crossing of the wide red road from which they would go in different directions.  She saw that the question was momentous to him.  She also saw how curiously the sun sallowed him and how many more hollows he had in his face than most people.  She had a pathetic impression of the figure he made, in his dusty gown and shoes.  “God’s wayfarer,” she murmured.

“Come too,” she said aloud.  “Come and be a Clarke Brother where the climatic conditions suit you better.  The world wants Clarke Brothers everywhere.”

He looked at her and tried to smile, but his lips quivered.  He opened them in an effort to speak, gave it up, and turned away silently, lifting his hat.  Hilda watched him for an instant as he went.  His figure took strange proportions through the tears in her eyes, and she marvelled at the lightness with which she had touched, had almost revealed, her heart’s desire.

CHAPTER XXIX.

“I knew it would happen in the end,” Hilda said, “and it has happened.  The Archdeacon has asked me to tea.”

She was speaking to Alicia Livingstone in the dormitory, changing at the same time for a “turn” at the hospital.  It was six o’clock in the afternoon.  Alicia’s landau stood at the door of the Baker Institution.  She had come to find that Miss Howe was just going on duty and could not be taken for a drive.

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