The room was full of the white dawn. She saw him standing in it by her

bedside.

"My head's awfully queer," he said. "I can feel my brain shaking and

wobbling inside it, as if the convolutions had come undone. Could they?"

"Of course they couldn't."

"The noise might have loosened them."

"It isn't your brain you feel, Colin. It's your nerves. It's just the

shock still going on in them."

"Is it never going to stop?"

"Yes, when you're stronger. Go back to bed and I'll come to you."

He went back. She slipped on her dressing-gown and came to him. She sat

by his bed and put her hand on his forehead.

"There--it stops when you put your hand on."

"Yes. And you'll sleep."

Presently, to her joy, he slept.

She stood up and looked at him as he lay there in the white dawn. He was

utterly innocent, utterly pathetic in his sleep, and beautiful. Sleep

smoothed out his vexed face and brought back the likeness of the boy

Colin, Jerrold's brother.

That morning a letter came to her from Jerrold. He wrote: "Don't worry

too much about Col-Col. He'll be all right as long as you'll look after

him."

She thought: "I wonder whether he remembers that he asked me to."

But she was glad he was not there to hear Colin scream.

"Not very well, when Colin has such bad nights."

"Do you think he's ever going to get right again?"

"Yes. But it'll take time."

"A long time?"

"Very long, probably."

"My dear, if it does, I don't know how I'm going to stand it. And if I

only knew what was happening to Jerrold and Eliot. Sometimes I wonder

how I've lived through these five years. First, Robert's death; then the

War. And before that there was nothing but perfect happiness. I think

trouble's worse to bear when you've known nothing but happiness

before.... If I could only die instead of all these boys, Anne. Why

can't I? What is there to live for?"

"There's Jerrold and Eliot and Colin."

"Oh, my dear, Jerrold and Eliot may never come back. And look at poor

Colin. _That_ isn't the Colin I know. He'll never be the same again. I'd

almost rather he'd been killed than that he should be like this. If he'd

lost a leg or an arm.... It's all very well for you, Anne. He isn't your

son."

"You don't know what he is," said Anne. She thought: "He's Jerrold's

brother. He's what Jerrold loves more than anything."

"No," said Adeline. "Everything ended for me when Robert died. I shall

never marry again. I couldn't bear to put anybody in Robert's place."




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