Lady Good-for-Nothing: A Man's Portrait of a WomanQuiller-Couch, Arthur
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Lady Good-for-Nothing: A Man's Portrait of a Woman
Quiller-Couch, Arthur
Historical fiction
She stepped quickly out through the porchway to assure herself.
She stood there a moment, while her eyes accustomed themselves to the
sunlight, and Captain Hanmer came towards her from the shadow of the
colonnade by the great Pump-room. He carried his left arm in a
sling, and with his right hand lifted his hat, but awkwardly.
"I had heard of your promotion," she said after they had exchanged
greetings, "and of your wound, and I dare say you will let me
congratulate you on both, since the same gallantry earned them.
. . . But what brings you to Bath? . . . To drink the waters, I
suppose, and help your convalescence."
"They have a great reputation," he answered gravely; "but I have
never heard it claimed that they can extract a ball or the splinters
from a shattered forearm. The surgeons did the one, and time must do
the other, if it will be so kind. . . . No, I am in Bath because my
mother lives here. It is my native city, in fact."
"Ah," she said, "I was wondering--"
"Wondering?" He echoed the word after a long pause. He was plainly
surprised. "You knew that I was here, then?"
"Not until a moment ago, when I heard your footstep." As this
appeared to surprise him still more, she added, "You have, whether
you know it or not, a noticeable footstep, and I a quick ear.
Shall I tell you where, unless fancy played me a trick, I last proved
its quickness?"
He bent his head as sign for assent.
"It was in Boston," she said, "last June--on the evening after the
fight at Bunker Hill. At midnight, rather. Before seven o'clock the
hospitals were full, and they brought half a dozen poor fellows to my
lodgings in Garden Court Street. Towards midnight one of them, that
had lain all the afternoon under the broiling sun by the _Mystic_ and
had taken a sunstroke on top of his wound, began raving. My maid and
I were alone in the house, and we agreed that he was dangerous.
I told her that there was nothing to fear; that for an hour past some
one had been patrolling the side-walk before the house; and I bade
her go downstairs and desire him to fetch a surgeon. You were that
sentinel."
Again he bent his head. "I was serving on board the _Lively_," he
said, "in the ferry-way between you and Charlestown. I had heard of
you--that you had taken lodgings in Boston, and that the temper of
the mob might be uncertain. So that night I got leave ashore, on the
chance of being useful. I brought the doctor, if you remember."
"But would not present yourself to claim our thanks." She looked at
him shrewdly. "To-day--did you know that I was in Bath?" she asked.
He owned, "Yes; he had read of her arrival in the _Gazette_, among
the fashionable announcements." He did not add, but she divined,
that he had waited for her by the Abbey, well guessing that her steps
would piously lead her thither and soon. She changed the subject in
some haste.
"Your mother lives in Bath?"
"She has lived here all her life."
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