“It is better so--it will help her through it,” said Doctor Phillips,
as he directed the nurse to carry the dead child into Elinor Leyton’s
room, and placed Margaret on her own bed. “You will not object, Miss
Leyton, I am sure, and you must not leave Mrs. Pullen to-night!”
“Of course I shall not,” replied Elinor; “I have been afraid for days
past that this would happen, but poor Margaret would not take any
hints.”
She spoke sympathetically, but there were no tears in her eyes, and she
did not caress, nor attempt to console her friend. She did all that was
required of her, but there was no spontaneous suggestion on her part,
with regard either to the mother, or the dead child, and as Doctor
Phillips noted her coolness, he did not wonder so much at Ralph’s being
attracted by the fervour and warmth of Harriet Brandt.
As soon as poor Margaret had revived and had her cry out, he
administered a sleeping draught to her, and leaving her in charge of
Elinor Leyton, he went downstairs again to consult Captain Pullen as to
what would be the best thing for them to do.
Ralph was very much shocked to hear of the baby’s sudden death, and
eager to do all in his power for his brother’s wife. There was no
Protestant cemetery in Heyst, and Doctor Phillips proposed that they
should at once order a little shell, and convey the child’s body either
to Ostende or England, as Margaret might desire, for burial. The sooner
she left the place where she had lost her child, he said, the better,
and his idea was that she would wish the body to be taken to Devonshire
and buried in the quiet country churchyard, where her husband’s father
and mother were laid to sleep. He left Ralph to telegraph to his
brother in India and to anyone the news might concern in England--also
to settle all hotel claims and give notice to the Lamonts that they
would leave on the morrow.
“But supposing Margaret should object,” suggested Ralph.
“She will not object!” replied the Doctor, “she might if we were not
taking the child’s body with us, but as it is, she will be grateful to
be thought, and acted, for. She is a true woman, God bless her! I only
wish He had not seen fit to bring this heavy trial on her head!”
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