CHAPTER XXXIII

  THE FURNACE

  It was on a frosty morning in February that Maud stood in one of thegreat guest-chambers of Burchester Castle, waiting with Bunny for newsof Dr. Capper's coming.

  A nurse was busy in the room, and the hour fixed for the operation wasdrawing near.

  Bunny was full of pluck that morning. He had greeted her bravelysmiling. Yes, he had slept like a top, thanks to Jake, who had held hishand half the night and scared away the bogies. Jake was a stunner; hewas going to pay him back some day. And what a ripping room Charlie hadgiven him! Was it true that there was a music-room close by? Thatwould be ripping too. Maud would be able to play to him all day longwhile he was getting well. Maud was looking a bit blue this morning;what was the matter?

  She had to admit that she had passed a restless night.

  "Silly!" said Bunny, and squeezed her hand. "Why didn't you come andsleep in here? Jake could have looked after you too then."

  He chattered on incessantly, making her respond, compelling herattention, till news was brought to her of Dr. Capper's arrival, and shewent down to receive him.

  She found him standing in the great entrance hall with the doctor fromFairharbour. He moved forward to greet her as serenely as if he hadcome upon pleasure bent.

  "Delighted to meet you again, Mrs. Bolton. I am just admiring this fineold English castle. Guess it's the sort of setting that suits you."

  He held her hand a moment and looked at her, but he made no comment uponher appearance.

  She faced the green eyes with an odd little feeling of shame. Theyseemed to see so much that she hid from all the world.

  "You are very--punctual," she said, with an effort, as she turned togreet the local doctor. "I hope you found the car ready at thestation."

  "We were driven up by his lordship himself," said Capper.

  She gave a great start. "O! Has he come down? I didn't know."

  "He joined us at the terminus quite unexpectedly," Capper told her. "Ihave brought my assistant Rafford to administer the anaesthetic.Rafford, where are you?"

  A dark young man, with absolutely black eyes and a high, dominantforehead, turned sharply from a rapt contemplation of Saltash's_Captured Angel_, and bowed automatically to Maud.

  "I was just trying to make out the anatomy of those wings," he said, ina very pronounced American accent. "Guess it's a cute addition to thehuman frame, but I'd like to know how it's worked from the spinal columnwithout an extra vertebra or two."

  Maud suddenly felt hysterical. She looked at Capper, who pulled at hisbeard and smiled.

  "Guess it's up to you to find the solution, Raff," he said.

  Rafford bowed again. "I'd like to make a sketch of that figure if LadySaltash will permit me," he said. "It's an anatomical problem."

  The blood rose to Maud's pale face in a great wave. She was about tospeak, when a voice at her shoulder spoke for her.

  "I am sure Lady Saltash will be charmed to do so. But I think the facemust be excluded. That can scarcely be of any anatomical interest toyou."

  Maud started. Saltash's hand gripped her elbow for a moment andinstantly relaxed. He did not speak to her. The young American glancedback at the face of the statue, stared at it for a second, then lookedagain at Maud. She saw his thin black brows rise ever so slightly.

  "The face is certainly of interest," he said, speaking with evidentcaution; "but not, as you say, my lord, from an anatomical point ofview."

  He withdrew himself with the words, seemed as it were to became Capper'sbackground, while Saltash sauntered forward to offer refreshment.

  Capper asked for coffee and smoked a cigarette. He sat in an ungainlyattitude by the fire while these were in process of consumption, andspoke scarcely at all. Maud stood near him in silence, chafing at thedelay, yet dreading unspeakably the moment when it should be at an end.

  Saltash lounged smoking on a settee with Dr. Burrowes of Fairharbour,and chatted cheerily about local matters with one eye on the greatAmerican surgeon who sat cracking his long fingers so abstractedlybefore the fire.

  Suddenly Capper turned his head and looked up at Maud. "Where is Jake?"

  "He is coming," she made answer.

  "Coming! Why? Does the boy want him? Is he nervous any?"

  "He is being very brave," she said. "But of course, naturally, he isnervous."

  He nodded. "Well, I guess we needn't wait for Jake. Let's go up! He'llkeep a stiff upper lip if you're there."

  He got up with the words; his bony, yellow hand closed upon her arm,kindly, reassuringly, confidently.

  The burden of her anxiety grew magically lighter. She felt immenselycomforted by reason of that friendly pressure. She prepared to lead theway.

  Capper paused a moment. "I am going to have five minutes' talk with thepatient," he said to Dr. Burrowes. "Will you be kind enough to follow onwhen the time is up? Raff, you can make your anatomical study rightnow, but be at my disposal in five minutes! Lord Saltash, maybe youwill stay behind and show them the way."

  He made his dispositions with the calm air of a man accustomed toobedience; and then, his hand still upon Maud's arm, he turned with herto ascend the stairs.

  A great shivering fit assailed her as they went. She fought itresolutely down.

  "Say, you're not worrying any?" he questioned. "It seems to me thatit's you Jake ought to be thinking about. What have you been doing sinceI saw you last?"

  "Nothing, nothing," she said hastily.

  Capper grunted. "That's a very unhealthy occupation, especially for awoman."

  She looked at him appealingly. "Oh, please, Dr. Capper, don't talkabout me! I--I would so much rather not."

  Capper smiled a little. "You're a true woman. But I can't have youworrying to death like this. Will you believe me when I tell you thatthis operation is going to be an almighty success?"

  She stopped short. "Are you sure--quite sure?" she breathed.

  He nodded. "I am willing to stake my reputation on it. If I weren'tsure, I wouldn't touch it. I'm past the speculating age." He led hergently on along the corridor at the head of the stairs. "You may betyour last dollar," he said, "that I shan't mush up this business. Inever lose my patients when they're young and keen. It's the olderones, when they get tired, fed up with life--" He paused, and a veryhuman shadow crossed his face, darkening his shrewd eyes. "That's whenGod sometimes interferes," he said. "So I'm never quite sure of theolder ones. But the youngsters--He lets me have my own way with them.There's such a mighty force in what the French call _joie de vivre_."

  A quick sigh rose to Maud's lips. She laid a sudden, impulsive handupon the long thin fingers that held her arm. "You are so good, so verygood," she said tremulously.

  Capper smiled. "Oh, just ordinary, I guess. Wait till you're upagainst me! You won't like me then. I'm going to have a straight talkwith Jake presently--about you."

  She gave a quick start of dismay. "Oh no! Please don't! Please don't!It--it's nothing to do with Jake. He wouldn't understand."

  "He'll understand me," said Capper inexorably. "I've a patent way ofexpressing myself that leaves no room for misunderstandings. There!Now I've given you something more important than your brother to thinkabout. Suppose you take me to him!"

  She would have detained him to protest still further, but he refused tobe detained, and she found herself compelled to yield. Very quietly heinsisted, and she had no choice.

  They entered the room in which Bunny lay; and immediately a squarecheck-clad figure rose from the boy's side and came forward with handoutstretched in greeting.

  "Hullo, Doc!" said Jake.

  Maud gazed at him in astonishment. "I had no idea you were up here.When--how did you come?"

  Jake was faintly smiling. "I came just now, by the back way, as is mycustom. I promised to be here to give him a send-off, Doctor. Guessyou've no objection?"

/>   "So long as you go when you're told," said Capper rather shortly.

  "Reckon I always do that," said Jake.

  "Do you?" said Capper, with his sudden smile. "That's not always beenmy experience of you."

  "Oh, shucks!" said Jake, turning deep red.

  Capper passed him by, and went to Bunny. Maud saw that he was intentupon reassuring him as he had reassured her. She turned away to thewindow, and waited.

  Jake did not join her there, possibly because his hand was tightlylocked in Bunny's. But very soon Capper called her back to the bedside,and drew her into talk, keeping her there till he finally rose and wentout with the nurse.

  Maud scarcely knew how she came through the next few minutes, but Jakeand Bunny seemed to feel no strain. Jake was talking of the horses, andthe boy's keenest interest was aroused.

  "And you're going to teach me to ride like you do," he said, with aneagerness that Maud had seldom seen in him. "I'm just mad to begin."

  He was picking up Jake's manner of speech in a fashion that his sisterdeplored but could not attempt to check; but no evil word had she everheard on his lips, nor had she ever heard Jake use bad language in hispresence.

  Like one in the mesh of an evil dream she listened to Jake's reply,marvelling at the easy detachment with which he made it. And then thedoor opened, and the nurse came in with Rafford. She stood up, herheart beating as if it would choke her.

  Bunny shot a swift glance around. "You'll stay with me, Jake?" he saidquickly.

  "Sure," said Jake.

  Bunny drew a hard breath. "Hang on to me--tight, Jake!" he whispered.

  And Maud turned to the door without a word. He did not need her--he didnot need her!

  She had a passing impression of the sympathy in Rafford's eyes as heheld open the door for her, and then she was alone in the passageoutside.

  She moved along it uncertainly, almost as if groping her way, found thedoor of the music-room ajar, and entered.

  A warm fragrance met her on the threshold, a sense of Eastern luxurianceand delight, soothing her troubled spirit as with a soft, healing hand,wooing her to a curious peace of mind. It was as though a misty veilhad been drawn over her troubles, obscuring them, deadening her facultyfor suffering.

  She went forward to the fire that burned so mysteriously red and still,reaching out her cold hands to its comfort. She had a feeling that sheought to kneel and pray, but somehow in that strangely soothingatmosphere prayer was an impossibility. Her brain felt drugged andpowerless, and she was numbly thankful for the respite.

  "Come and sit down!" a cool voice said.

  She turned with no surprise or agitation and saw Saltash lounging on adivan behind her. He had a cigarette between his fingers. The scent ofit came to her with a strange allurement. Almost mechanically sheaccepted the invitation.

  "Have you been here at all in my absence?" he asked, stretching acareless arm along the cushions behind her.

  She shook her head. "No."

  "But why not? Does Jake think I am not to be trusted?"

  She smiled at that. "Oh no. Jake never interferes. But--somehow--Ihaven't wanted to make music lately."

  "You are not happy," said Saltash, with conviction.

  She coloured a little. "It has been an anxious time, Charlie, and, I amafraid, yet will be."

  "You take things too hard," he said.

  She clasped her hands tightly together. "How can I help it? Everythingis hard. Life is hard."

  "Only if you choose to have it so," said Saltash.

  He leaned a little forward, looking into her face. She turned her eyesto his with a vague reluctance.

  "Yes," he said. "You've got the wrong pilot on board. That's why you'regetting dragged into the whirlpools. You'll have to heave him over theside if you want to ride the seas with a free helm. My dear girl, whata frightful mess you've made of things!"

  She did not resent his tone. Somehow in that atmosphere resentment wasdifficult. Moreover, her attention was not wholly given to what he wassaying.

  "I had to think of Bunny," she said, after a moment, as one in search ofan excuse.

  Saltash laughed. "And when are you going to begin to think of yourself?Don't you realize what is going to happen now that Bunny has been takenoff your hands? You, the dainty, the proud, the fastidious, who wouldn'tlook at even the man you loved because you thought him unworthy! On mysoul,--" a sudden tremor of passion ran through his speech--"I think youwere mad. You must have been mad to have done such a thing. Have youlooked forward at all? Can you see yourself a few years hence? Ican--and it's a sight to make angels weep. Oh, Maud, my love, my fate,is that to be the end? I'd sooner see you dead!"

  His hand was upon both hers as he ended. His dark face was burning witha fierce emotion.

  But Maud only shivered, and leaning forward, gazed deep into the heartof the fire, saying no word.

  Saltash watched her, a mocking light in his eyes that shone and slowlydied. "What are you looking for?" he said.

  She shook her head in silence. He threw his cigarette suddenly into thedeep glow upon which her eyes were fixed. It leaped at once to flame,flame that burned ardently for a brief while, and then went out.

  "Are you trying to find a way out?" he asked her then very softly."There is a way out of every hole, believe me."

  She gave him a quick glance as of one hard pressed, but still she didnot speak.

  He leaned forward also, pointing to the red heart of the fire thatglowed but never flickered. "If you have the nerve,--the pluck--to facethe furnace," he said, "it may scorch you a bit, but it shan't consumeyou. And it would be soon over. Would you be afraid--would you beafraid--to face it with me?"

  His voice was low, stink almost to a whisper; yet it reached her, for hespoke almost into her ear.

  She sat rigidly still, gazing before her. The fragrance of the burntcigarette came out like incense from an altar.

  He drew a little closer to her. "Maud, I am always ready--always ready.I am willing to offer any sacrifice. I should never count the cost.Nothing could be too much. I don't say any more that you aremine--unless you stoop to bestow yourself upon me. But I amyours--always--for all time. Bear that in mind--when the time comes!"He paused a moment; then: "Let that ring of ours be the sign andmessage," he murmured. "When you need deliverance, I will come to youfrom the world's end."

  He rose with the words, so suddenly that she was startled; and in amoment his voice calm and debonair rang across the room.

  "Hullo, Bolton! How long have you been hiding there? Come over here,and see if you can put a little heart into your wife! She needs it."

  Maud, her white face turned over her shoulder, saw Jake's squareshoulders outlined against the furthest south window. He was lookingover his shoulder also; their eyes met across the room. Then he turnedround fully in his solid way and came to them.

  He was wearing slippers that he had donned for the sick room, and theymade no sound.

  Saltash's lithe form straightened. He stood ready, almost on guard, atthe other man's approach. But his face remained debonair still. Therewas even a hint of humour about his mobile brows. His eyes flashedwickedly.

  "So they've turned you out, have they?" he said, with that hint of regalhaughtiness that usually characterized his speech when addressing aninferior.

  Jake did not answer. His eyes, red-brown and very still, were uponMaud. They did not leave her for a moment. They seemed to search herthrough and through.

  There came to her a second of deadly panic, panic that stopped herheart. She put up a hand to her throat with a spasmodic effort tobreathe. And suddenly it seemed to her that she sat engulfed in thered, red heart of a soundless furnace. She gave a gasping cry, tried torise, and fell forward fainting at her husband's feet.