第85章 PART II(31)

Her nerves were out of order!Mr.Fritz's notion is that there is something weighing on her mind.An hour afterwards she came back to the house--and I found reason to agree with Mr.Fritz.""Tell us all about it,Joseph!What did she do?""You shall hear.It happened,just after I had seen crazy Jack safe in his bed.When I heard the bell,I was on my way downstairs,with a certain bottle in my hand.One of you saw the nurse's brother give it to me,I think?How he and Crazybrains came into possession of it,mind you,is more than I know.""It looked just like the big medicine-bottle that cured Mr.Keller,"said the cook.

"It _was_the bottle;and,what is more,it smelt of wine,instead of medicine,and it was empty.Well,I opened the door to Madame Housekeeper,with the bottle in my hand.The instant she set eyes on it,she snatched it away from me.She looked--I give you my word of honor,she looked as if she could have cut my throat."You wretch!"--nice language to use to a respectable servant,eh?--"You wretch"(she says),"how did you come by this?"I made her a low bow.I said,"Civility costs nothing,ma'am;and sometimes buys a great deal"(severe,eh?).I told her exactly what had happened,and exactly what Schwartz had said.And then I ended with another hard hit."The next time anything of yours is put into my hands,"I said,"I shall leave it to take care of itself."Idon't know whether she heard me;she was holding the bottle up to the light.When she saw it was empty--well!I can't tell you,of course,what was passing in her mind.But this I can swear;she shivered and shuddered as if she had got a fit of the ague;and pale as she was when I let her into the house,I do assure you she turned paler still.I thought Ishould have to take _her_upstairs next.My good creatures,she's made of iron!Upstairs she went.I followed her as far as the first landing,and saw Mr.Keller waiting--to tell her the news of Mrs.Wagner's death,Isuppose.What passed between them I can't say.Mr.Fritz tells me she has never left her room since;and his father has not even sent a message to know how she is.What do you think of that?""I think Mr.Fritz was mistaken,when he told you she had never left her room,"said the housemaid."I am next to certain I heard her whispering,early this morning,with crazy Jack.Do you think she will follow the hearse to the Deadhouse,with Mr.Keller and the doctor?""Hush!"said Joseph.As he spoke,the heavy wheels of the hearse were heard in the street.He led the way to the top of the kitchen stairs.

"Wait here,"he whispered,"while I answer the door--and you will see."Upstairs,in the drawing-room,Fritz and Minna were alone.Madame Fontaine's door,closed to everyone,was a closed door even to her daughter.

Fritz had refused to let Minna ask a second time to be let in."It will soon be your husband's privilege,my darling,to take care of you and comfort you,"he said."At this dreadful time,there must be no separation between you and me."His arm was round her;her head rested on his shoulder.She looked up at him timidly.

"Are you not going with them to the cemetery?"she asked.

"I am going to stay with you,Minna."

"You were angry yesterday,Fritz,when you met me with my mother.Don't think the worse of her,because she is ill and troubled in her mind.You will make allowances for her as I do--won't you?""My sweet girl,there is nothing I won't do to please you!Kiss me,Minna.Again!again!"On the higher floor of the house,Mr.Keller and the doctor were waiting in the chamber of death.

Jack kept his silent watch by the side of the couch,on which the one human creature who had befriended him lay hushed in the last earthly repose.Still,from time to time,he whispered to himself the sad senseless words,"No,no,no--not dead,Mistress!Not dead yet!"There was a soft knock at the door.The doctor opened it.Madame Fontaine stood before him.She spoke in dull monotonous tones--standing in the doorway;refusing,when she was invited by a gesture,to enter the room.

"The hearse has stopped at the door,"she said."The men wish to ask you if they can come in."It was Joseph's duty to make this announcement.Her motive for forestalling him showed itself dimly in her eyes.They were not on Mr.

Keller;not on the doctor;not on the couch.From the moment when the door had been opened to her,she fixed her steady look on Jack.It never moved until the bearers of the dead hid him from her when they entered the room.

The procession passed out.Jack,at Mr.Keller's command,followed last.

Standing back at the doorway,Madame Fontaine caught him by the arm as he came out.

"You were half asleep this morning,"she whispered."You are not half asleep now.How did you get the blue-glass bottle?I insist on knowing.""I won't tell you!"

Madame Fontaine altered her tone.

"Will you tell me who emptied the bottle?I have always been kind to you--it isn't much to ask.Who emptied it?"His variable temper changed;he lifted his head proudly.Absolutely sure of his mistress's recovery,he now claimed the merit that was his due.

_"I_emptied it!"

"How did you empty it?"she asked faintly."Did you throw away what was in it?Did you give it to anybody?"He seized her in his turn--and dragged her to the railing of the corridor."Look there!"he cried,pointing to the bearers,slowly carrying their burden down the stairs."Do you see her,resting on her little sofa till she recovers?I gave it to her!"He left her,and descended the stairs.She staggered back against the wall of the corridor.Her sight seemed to be affected.She groped for the stair-rail,and held by it.The air was wafted up through the open street-door.It helped her to rally her energies.She went down steadily,step by step,to the first landing--paused,and went down again.Arrived in the hall,she advanced to Mr.Keller,and spoke to him.

"Are you going to see the body laid in the Deadhouse?""Yes."