The Old Wives' Tale eBook

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When that was done, Dick said curtly:  “I’m off.  You stay here, of course.”

“Where are you going?” asked Lily.

“Doctor!” snapped Dick, hobbling rapidly down the steps.


The extraordinary violence of the turn in affairs was what chiefly struck Constance, though it did not overwhelm her.  Less than twelve hours before—­nay, scarcely six hours before—­she and Sophia had been living their placid and monotonous existence, undisturbed by anything worse than the indisposition or death of dogs, or the perversity of a servant.  And now, the menacing Gerald Scales having reappeared, Sophia’s form lay mysterious and affrightening on the sofa; and she and Lily Holl, a girl whom she had not met till that day, were staring at Sophia side by side, intimately sharing the same alarm.  Constance rose to the crisis.  She no longer had Sophia’s energy and decisive peremptoriness to depend on, and the Baines in her was awakened.  All her daily troubles sank away to their proper scale of unimportance.  Neither the young woman nor the old one knew what to do.  They could loosen clothes, vainly offer restoratives to the smitten mouth:  that was all.  Sophia was not unconscious, as could be judged from her eyes; but she could not speak, nor make signs; her body was frequently convulsed.  So the two women waited, and the servant waited in the background.  The sight of Sophia had effected an astonishing transformation in Maud.  Maud was a changed girl.  Constance could not recognize, in her eager deferential anxiety to be of use, the pert naughtiness of the minx.  She was altered as a wanton of the middle ages would have been altered by some miraculous visitation.  It might have been the turning-point in Maud’s career!

Doctor Stirling arrived in less than ten minutes.  Dick Povey had had the wit to look for him at the Federation meeting in the Town Hall.  And the advent of the doctor and Dick, noisily, at breakneck speed in the car, provided a second sensation.  The doctor inquired quickly what had occurred.  Nobody could tell him anything.  Constance had already confided to Lily Holl the reason of the visit to Manchester; but that was the extent of her knowledge.  Not a single person in Bursley, except Sophia, knew what had happened in Manchester.  But Constance conjectured that Gerald Scales was dead—­or Sophia would never have returned so soon.  Then the doctor suggested that on the contrary Gerald Scales might be out of danger.  And all then pictured to themselves this troubling Gerald Scales, this dark and sinister husband that had caused such a violent upheaval.

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