I scarcely know how we got through that day. —
Stroeve could not bear to be alone, and I exhausted myself in efforts to distract him. —
I took him to the Louvre, and he pretended to look at pictures, but I saw that his thoughts were constantly with his wife. —
I forced him to eat, and after luncheon I induced him to lie down, but he could not sleep. —
He accepted willingly my invitation to remain for a few days in my apartment. —
I gave him books to read, but after a page or two he would put the book down and stare miserably into space. —
During the evening we played innumerable games of piquet, and bravely, not to disappoint my efforts, he tried to appear interested. —
Finally I gave him a draught, and he sank into uneasy slumber.
When we went again to the hospital we saw a nursing sister. —
She told us that Blanche seemed a little better, and she went in to ask if she would see her husband. —
We heard voices in the room in which she lay, and presently the nurse returned to say that the patient refused to see anyone. —
We had told her that if she refused to see Dirk the nurse was to ask if she would see me, but this she refused also. —
Dirk’s lips trembled.
“I dare not insist, ” said the nurse. “She is too ill. —
Perhaps in a day or two she may change her mind. “
“Is there anyone else she wants to see?” asked Dirk, in a voice so low it was almost a whisper.
“She says she only wants to be left in peace. “
Dirk’s hands moved strangely, as though they had nothing to do with his body, with a movement of their own.
“Will you tell her that if there is anyone else she wishes to see I will bring him? —
I only want her to be happy. “
The nurse looked at him with her calm, kind eyes, which had seen all the horror and pain of the world, and yet, filled with the vision of a world without sin, remained serene.
“I will tell her when she is a little calmer. “
Dirk, filled with compassion, begged her to take the message at once.
“It may cure her. I beseech you to ask her now. “
With a faint smile of pity, the nurse went back into the room. —
We heard her low voice, and then, in a voice I did not recognise the answer:
“No. No. No. “
The nurse came out again and shook her head.
“Was that she who spoke then?” I asked. “Her voice sounded so strange. “
“It appears that her vocal cords have been burnt by the acid. “
Dirk gave a low cry of distress. I asked him to go on and wait for me at the entrance, for I wanted to say something to the nurse. —
He did not ask what it was, but went silently. —
He seemed to have lost all power of will; —
he was like an obedient child.
“Has she told you why she did it?” I asked.
“No. She won’t speak. She lies on her back quite quietly. She doesn’t move for hours at a time. —
But she cries always. Her pillow is all wet. —
She’s too weak to use a handkerchief, and the tears just run down her face. “
It gave me a sudden wrench of the heart-strings. —
I could have killed Strickland then, and I knew that my voice was trembling when I bade the nurse goodbye.
I found Dirk waiting for me on the steps. —
He seemed to see nothing, and did not notice that I had joined him till I touched him on the arm. —
We walked along in silence. I tried to imagine what had happened to drive the poor creature to that dreadful step. —
I presumed that Strickland knew what had happened, for someone must have been to see him from the police, and he must have made his statement. —
I did not know where he was. I supposed he had gone back to the shabby attic which served him as a studio. —
It was curious that she should not wish to see him. —
Perhaps she refused to have him sent for because she knew he would refuse to come. —
I wondered what an abyss of cruelty she must have looked into that in horror she refused to live.