第8章 PART I(7)

His ragged dress barely covered his emaciated form.In other and happier days,he must have been a well-made little man;his feet and ankles,like his hands,were finely and delicately formed.He was so absorbed in his employment that he had evidently not heard the talking outside his cell.

It was only when the door was banged to by the assistant (who kept behind us,at a sign from the superintendent)that he looked up.We now saw his large vacantly-patient brown eyes,the haggard outline of his face,and his nervously sensitive lips.For a moment,he looked from one to the other of the visitors with a quiet childish curiosity.Then his wandering glances detected the assistant,waiting behind us with the whip still in his hand.

In an instant the whole expression of the madman's face changed.

Ferocious hatred glittered in his eyes;his lips,suddenly retracted,showed his teeth like the teeth of a wild beast.My aunt perceived the direction in which he was looking,and altered her position so as to conceal from him the hateful figure with the whip,and to concentrate his attention on herself.With startling abruptness,the poor creature's expression changed once more.His eyes softened,a faint sad smile trembled on his lips.He dropped the straw which he had been plaiting,and lifted his hands with a gesture of admiration."The pretty lady!"he whispered to himself."Oh,the pretty lady!"He attempted to crawl out from the wall,as far as his chain would let him.At a sign from the superintendent he stopped,and sighed bitterly.

"I wouldn't hurt the lady for the world,"he said;"I beg your pardon,Mistress,if I have frightened you."His voice was wonderfully gentle.But there was something strange in his accent--and there was perhaps a foreign formality in his addressing my aunt as "Mistress."Englishmen in general would have called her "ma'am."We men kept our places at a safe distance from his chain.My aunt,with a woman's impulsive contempt of danger when her compassion is strongly moved,stepped forward to him.The superintendent caught her by the arm and checked her."Take care,"he said."You don't know him as well as we do."Jack's eyes turned on the superintendent,dilating slowly.His lips began to part again--I feared to see the ferocious expression in his face once more.I was wrong.In the very moment of another outbreak of rage,the unhappy man showed that he was still capable,under strong internal influence,of restraining himself.He seized the chain that held him to the wall in both hands,and wrung it with such convulsive energy that Ialmost expected to see the bones of his fingers start through the skin.

His head dropped on his breast,his wasted figure quivered.It was only for an instant.When he looked up again,his poor vacant brown eyes turned on my aunt,dim with tears.She instantly shook off the superintendent's hold on her arm.Before it was possible to interfere,she was bending over Jack Straw,with one of her pretty white hands laid gently on his head.

"How your head burns,poor Jack!"she said simply."Does my hand cool it?"Still holding desperately by the chain,he answered like a timid child.

"Yes,Mistress;your hand cools it.Thank you."She took up a little straw hat on which he had been working when his door was opened."This is very nicely done,Jack,"she went on."Tell me how you first came to make these pretty things with your straw."He looked up at her with a sudden accession of confidence;her interest in the hat had flattered him.

"Once,"he said,"there was a time when my hands were the maddest things about me.They used to turn against me and tear my hair and my flesh.An angel in a dream told me how to keep them quiet.An angel said,"Let them work at your straw."All day long I plaited my straw.I would have gone on all night too,if they would only have given me a light.My nights are bad,my nights are dreadful.The raw air eats into me,the black darkness frightens me.Shall I tell you what is the greatest blessing in the world?Daylight!Daylight!Daylight!"At each repetition of the word his voice rose.He was on the point of breaking into a scream,when he took a tighter turn of his chain and instantly silenced himself."I am quiet,sir,"he said,before the superintendent could reprove him.

My aunt added a word in his favor."Jack has promised not to frighten me;and I am sure he will keep his word.Have you never had parents or friends to be kind to you,my poor fellow?"she asked,turning to him again.

He looked up at her."Never,"he said,"till you came here to see me."As he spoke,there was a flash of intelligence in the bright gratitude of his eyes."Ask me something else,"he pleaded;"and see how quietly I can answer you.""Is it true,Jack,that you were once poisoned by accident,and nearly killed by it?""Yes!"

"Where was it?"

"Far away in another country.In the doctor's big room.In the time when I was the doctor's man.""Who was the doctor?"

He put his hand to his head,"Give me more time,"he said."It hurts me when I try to remember too much.Let me finish my hat first.I want to give you my hat when it's done.You don't know how clever I am with my fingers and thumbs.Just look and see!"He set to work on the hat;perfectly happy while my aunt was looking at him.The lawyer was the unlucky person who produced a change for the worse.Having hitherto remained passive,this worthy gentleman seemed to think it was due to his own importance to take a prominent part in the proceedings."My professional experience will come in well here,"he said;"I mean to treat him as an unwilling witness;you will see we shall get something out of him in that way.Jack!"The unwilling witness went on impenetrably with his work.The lawyer (keeping well out of reach of the range of the chain)raised his voice.

"Hullo,there!"he cried,"you're not deaf,are you?"Jack looked up,with an impish expression of mischief in his eyes.A man with a modest opinion of himself would have taken warning,and would have said no more.The lawyer persisted.