<h2 id="id02214" style="margin-top: 4em">CHAPTER XIX</h2>
<h5 id="id02215">REVEILLE</h5>
<p id="id02216" style="margin-top: 2em">It was not yet dawn when David Linton, fully dressed, came into the
cottage garden. The door stood open, and he kicked off his shoes and
crept into the house.</p>
<p id="id02217">Eva sat on the floor of the passage with her head in her hands. She
looked up with a start as the big man came in, and scrambled to her
feet; a queer dishevelled figure with her tousled head and crumpled
cap and apron. A wave of dismay swept over Mr. Linton.</p>
<p id="id02218">"Is he——?" he whispered, and stopped.</p>
<p id="id02219">The girl beckoned him into the sitting-room.</p>
<p id="id02220">"'E's never stirred all night," she whispered. "I dunno if 'e isn't
dead; I never see any one lie so still. The nurse wouldn't sit there
like a wooden image if 'e was dead, would she, sir?"</p>
<p id="id02221">"Surely not," said David Linton. "Where is Miss Norah?"</p>
<p id="id02222">"Kneelin' alongside of 'im, same like she was when you was here. She
ain't never stirred, neither. An' I'll bet a dollar she must be
stiff!"</p>
<p id="id02223">"And Mrs. Hunt?"</p>
<p id="id02224">"She's in there, wiv 'em. She 'ad a little sleep; not much. No one's
said one word in this 'ouse all night."</p>
<p id="id02225">"Why didn't you go to bed?" David Linton said, looking down at the
pinched old face and the stooping shoulders. He had never noticed Eva
very much; now he felt a sudden wave of pity for the little London
servant. She loved Geoffrey too in her queer way.</p>
<p id="id02226">"Not me!" said Eva defiantly. "And 'im very near dyin'. I been
boilin' the kettle every hour or so, but none of 'em came out for tea.
Will <i>you</i> 'ave a cup, sir?"</p>
<p id="id02227">A refusal was on his lips, but he changed his mind.</p>
<p id="id02228">"Thank you," he said gently. "And have one yourself, Eva."</p>
<p id="id02229">"My word, I'll be glad of it," she said. "It's bitter cold, sittin'
out there." She tip-toed off to the kitchen. Mr. Linton stood,
hesitating, for a moment, and then went along the passage. A screen
blocked Geoffrey's doorway, and he peeped over it.</p>
<p id="id02230">As he did so, Mrs. Hunt moved to the end of the bed. Geoffrey lay
exactly as he had been on the night before; so utterly still that it
was impossible to say whether he were alive or dead. Norah crouched
beside him, her hand still against his face.</p>
<p id="id02231">Then, very slowly, Geoffrey turned, and opened his eyes.</p>
<p id="id02232">"Mother!" he said. "Mother, I'm so thirsty!"</p>
<p id="id02233">Mrs. Hunt was beside him as his eyelids had lifted. The nurse, moving
swiftly, handed her a little cup.</p>
<p id="id02234">"Drink this, sweetheart." The mother raised his head, and Geoffrey
drank eagerly.</p>
<p id="id02235">"That's awful nice," he said. "May I have some more?"</p>
<p id="id02236">They gave him more, and put him back on the pillow. He looked at<br/>
Norah, who knelt by him silently.<br/></p>
<p id="id02237">"Wake up, old Norah—it's Reveille!" he said.</p>
<p id="id02238">She smiled at him, and put her face on his, but she did not stir.<br/>
Suddenly the nurse saw Mr. Linton, and beckoned to him.<br/></p>
<p id="id02239">"Carry her—she can't move."</p>
<p id="id02240">Norah felt her father's arm about her.</p>
<p id="id02241">"Hold round my neck, dear," he said.</p>
<p id="id02242">The nurse was at her other side. They raised her slowly, while she
clenched her teeth to keep back any sound that should tell of the
agony of moving—still smiling with her eyes on Geoffrey's sleepy
face. Then, suddenly, she grew limp in her father's arm.</p>
<p id="id02243">"Fainted," murmured the nurse. "And a very good thing." She put her
arm round her, and they carried her out between them, and put her on a
sofa.</p>
<p id="id02244">"I must go back to Geoffrey," the nurse said. "Rub her—rub her knees
hard, before she comes to. It's going to hurt her, poor child!" She
hurried away.</p>
<p id="id02245">Geoffrey was lying quietly, his mother's head close to him. The nurse
put her hand on his brow.</p>
<p id="id02246">"Nice and cool," she said. "You're a very good boy, Geoff; we'll
think about some breakfast for you presently." Mrs. Hunt raised her
white face, and the nurse's professional calmness wavered a little.
She patted her shoulder.</p>
<p id="id02247">"There—there, my dear!" she said. "He's going to do very well.
Don't you worry. He'll be teaching me to ride that pony before we
know where we are." She busied herself about the boy with deft
touches. "Now just keep very quiet—put Mother to sleep, if you like,
for she's a tired old mother." She hastened back to Norah.</p>
<p id="id02248">"Is she all right?" David Linton's voice was sharp with anxiety. "She
has never moved."</p>
<p id="id02249">"The best thing for her," said the nurse, putting him aside and
beginning to massage this new patient. "If I can rub some of the
stiffness away before she becomes conscious it will save her a lot.
Run away, there's a dear man, and tell that poor soul in the kitchen
that the child is all right."</p>
<p id="id02250">"He will live?"</p>
<p id="id02251">"Rather! That sleep has taken every trace of the fever away. He's
weak, of course, but we can deal with that when there's no
temperature. Tell Eva to make tea—lots of it. We all want it."</p>
<p id="id02252">"Thus it was that presently might have been seen the astounding
spectacle of a grizzled Australian squatter and a little Cockney
serving-maid holding each other's hands in a back kitchen.</p>
<p id="id02253">"I knew it was orright when I 'eard you comin' down the 'all," said
Eva tearfully. "No one's 'ad that sort of a step in this 'ouse since
Master Geoff went sick. The dear lamb! Won't it be 'evinly to see
'is muddy boot-marks on me clean floor agin! An' him comin' to me
kitching window an' askin' me for grub! I'll 'ave tea in a jiffy,
sir. An' please 'scuse me for ketchin' old of you like that, but I'd
'ave bust if I 'adn't 'eld on to somefink!"</p>
<p id="id02254">Geoffrey dropped off to sleep again, presently, and Mrs. Hunt came to
Norah, who was conscious, and extremely stiff, but otherwise too happy
to care for aches and pains. They did not speak at first, those two
had gone down to the borderland of Death to bring back little,
wandering feet; only they looked at each other, and clung together,
still trembling, though only the shadow of fear remained.</p>
<p id="id02255">After that Geoffrey mended rapidly, and, having been saintlike when
very ill, became just an ordinary little sinner in his convalescence,
and taxed every one's patience to keep him amused. Alison and
Michael, who were anxiously watched for developing symptoms, refused
to develop anything at all, remaining in the rudest health; so that
they were presently given the run of all Homewood, and assisted
greatly in preventing any of the Tired People from feeling dull.</p>
<p id="id02256">Norah remained at the cottage, which was placed strictly in
quarantine, and played with Geoffrey through the slow days of weakness
that the little fellow found so hard to understand. Aids to
convalescence came from every quarter. Major Hunt, unable to leave
France, sent parcels of such toys and books as could still be bought
in half-ruined towns. Wally, who had been given four days' leave in
Paris—which bored him to death—sent truly amazing packages, and the
Tired People vied with David Linton in ransacking London for gifts for
the sick-room. Geoffrey thought them all very kind, and would have
given everything for one hour on Brecon beside Mr. Linton.</p>
<p id="id02257">"You'll be able to ride soon, old chap," Norah said, on his first
afternoon out of bed.</p>
<p id="id02258">"Will I?" The boy looked scornfully at his thin legs. "Look at
them—they're like silly sticks!"</p>
<p id="id02259">"Yes, but Brecon won't mind that. And they'll get quite fat again.
Well, not fat—" as Geoffrey showed symptoms of horror—"but hard and
fit, like they were before. Quite useful."</p>
<p id="id02260">"I do hope so," Geoffrey said. "I want them to be all right before<br/>
Father comes—and Wally. Will Wally come soon, do you think?"<br/></p>
<p id="id02261">"I'm afraid not: you see, he has been to Paris. There's hardly any
leave to England now."</p>
<p id="id02262">"'Praps leave will be open by Christmas," Geoffrey suggested
hopefully. "Wouldn't it be a lovely Christmas if Father and Wally
both came?"</p>
<p id="id02263">"Wouldn't it just?" Norah smiled at him; but the smile faded in a
moment, and she walked to the window and stood looking out. Christmas
had always been such a perfect time in their lives: she looked back to
years when it had always meant a season of welcoming Jim back; when
every day for weeks beforehand had been gay with preparations for his
return from school. Jim would arrive with his trunks bulging with
surprises for Christmas morning; Wally would be with him, both keen
and eager for every detail in the life of the homestead, just as ready
to work as to play. All Billabong, from the Chinese gardener to Mr.
Linton, hummed with the joy of their coming. Now, for the first time,
Christmas would bring them nothing of Jim.</p>
<p id="id02264">She felt suddenly old and tired; and the feeling grew in the weeks
that followed, while Geoffrey gradually came back to strength and
merriment, and the cottage, after a strenuous period of disinfecting,
emerged from the ban of quarantine. Alison and Michael had a
rapturous reunion with their mother and Geoffrey, and Homewood grew
strangely quiet without the patter of their feet. Norah returned to
her post as housekeeper, to find little to do; the house seemed to run
on oiled wheels, and Miss de Lisle and the servants united in trying
to save her trouble.</p>
<p id="id02265">"I dunno is it the fever she have on her," said Katty in the kitchen
one evening. "She's that quiet and pale-looking you wouldn't know her
for the same gerrl."</p>
<p id="id02266">"Oh, there's no fear of fever now," said Miss de Lisle.</p>
<p id="id02267">"Well, she is not right. Is it fretting she is, after Masther Jim?
She was that brave at first, you'd not have said there was any one
dead at all."</p>
<p id="id02268">"I think she's tired out," said Miss de Lisle. "She has been under
great strain ever since the news of Mr. Jim came. And she is only a
child. She can't go through all that and finish up by nursing a fever
patient—and then avoid paying for it."</p>
<p id="id02269">"She cannot, indeed," said Katty. "Why wouldn't the Masther take her
away for a change? Indeed, it's himself looks bad enough these times,
as well. We'll have the two of them ill on us if they don't take
care."</p>
<p id="id02270">"They might go," said Miss de Lisle thoughtfully. "I'll suggest it to<br/>
Mr. Linton."<br/></p>
<p id="id02271">David Linton, indeed, would have done anything to bring back the
colour to Norah's cheeks and the light into her eyes. But when he
suggested going away she shrank from it pitifully.</p>
<p id="id02272">"Ah, no, Daddy. I'm quite well, truly."</p>
<p id="id02273">"Indeed you're not," he said. "Look at the way you never eat
anything!"</p>
<p id="id02274">"Oh, I'll eat ever so much," said Norah eagerly. "Only don't go away:
we have work here, and we wouldn't know what to do with ourselves
anywhere else. Perhaps some time, when Wally comes home, if he cares
to go we might think about it. But not now, Daddy." She hesitated.
"Unless, of course, you want to very much."</p>
<p id="id02275">"Not unless you do," he said. "Only get well, my girl."</p>
<p id="id02276">"I'm quite all right," protested Norah. "It was only Geoff's illness
that made me a bit slack. And we've had a busy summer, haven't we? I
think our little war-job hasn't turned out too badly, Dad."</p>
<p id="id02277">"Not too badly at all—if it hasn't been too much for my housekeeper,"
he said, looking at her keenly. "Remember, I won't have her knocked
up."</p>
<p id="id02278">"I won't be, Daddy dear—I promise," Norah said.</p>
<p id="id02279">She made a brave effort to keep his mind at ease as the days went on;
riding and walking with him, forcing herself to sing as she went about
the house—she had her reward in the look in the silent man's eyes
when he first heard a song on her lips—and entering with a good
imitation of her old energy into the plans for the next year on the
farm. But it was all imitation, and in his heart David Linton knew
it. The old Norah was gone. He could only pity her with all his big
heart, and help her in her struggle—knowing well that it was for his
sake. In his mind he began to plan their return to Australia, in the
hope that Billabong would prove a tonic to her tired mind and body.
And yet—how could they face Billabong, without Jim?</p>
<p id="id02280">He came out on the terrace one evening with a letter in his hand.</p>
<p id="id02281">"Norah," he said. "I've good news for you—Wally is coming home."</p>
<p id="id02282">"Is he, Dad? On leave?"</p>
<p id="id02283">"Well—he has been wounded, but not seriously. They have been nursing
him in a hospital at Boulogne and he writes that he is better, but he
is to have a fortnight's leave."</p>
<p id="id02284">"It will be lovely to have him," Norah said. "May I see the letter,<br/>
Dad?"<br/></p>
<p id="id02285">"Of course." He gave it to her. "Poor old Wally! We must give him a
good time, Norah."</p>
<p id="id02286">"It's a pity Harry's leave didn't happen at the same time," said
Norah. "However, Phil will be a mate for him; they like each other
awfully."</p>
<p id="id02287">"Yes," agreed her father. "Still, I don't think Wally wants any other
mate when you are about."</p>
<p id="id02288">"They were always astonishingly good in the way they overlooked my bad
taste in being a girl!" said Norah, with a laugh. She was running her
eye over the letter. "Oh—hit in the shoulder. I do hope it wasn't a
very painful wound—poor old boy. I wonder will he be able to ride,
Dad?"</p>
<p id="id02289">"He says he's very well. But then, he would," Mr. Linton said.
"Since we first knew him Wally would never admit so much as a
finger-ache if he could possibly avoid it. I expect he'll ride if
it's humanly possible!"</p>
<p id="id02290">Allenby came out.</p>
<p id="id02291">"Hawkins would like to see you, sir."</p>
<p id="id02292">"Very well," said his master. "By the way, Allenby, Mr. Wally is
coming back on leave."</p>
<p id="id02293">The butler's face brightened.</p>
<p id="id02294">"Is he indeed, sir! That's good news."</p>
<p id="id02295">"Yes—he has been wounded, but he's all right."</p>
<p id="id02296">"Miss de Lisle will certainly invent a new dish in his honour, sir,"
said Allenby, laughing. "Is he coming soon?"</p>
<p id="id02297">"This week, he says. Well, I mustn't keep Hawkins waiting." He went
into the house, with Allenby at his heels. It was evident that the
kitchen would hear the news as quickly as the ex-sergeant could get
there.</p>
<p id="id02298">Norah read the letter over again, slowly, and folded it up. Then she
turned from the house, and went slowly across the lawn. At the sweep
of the drive there was a path that made a short cut across the park to
a stile, and her feet turned into it half-unconsciously.</p>
<p id="id02299">The dull apathy that had clogged her brain for weeks was suddenly
gone. She felt no pleasure in the prospect that would once have been
so joyful, of seeing Wally. Instead her whole being was seething with
a wild revolt. Wally's coming had always meant Jim. Now he would
come alone, and Jim could never come again.</p>
<p id="id02300">"It isn't fair!" she said to herself, over and over. "It isn't fair!"</p>
<p id="id02301">She came to the stile, and paused, looking over it into a quiet lane.
All her passionate hunger for Jim rose within her, choking her. She
had kept him close to her at first; lately he had slipped away so that
she had no longer the dear comfort of his unseen presence that had
helped her through the summer. And she wanted him—wanted him. Her
tired mind and body cried for him; always chum and mate and brother in
one. She put her head down on the railing with a dry sob.</p>
<p id="id02302">A quick step brushed through the crisp leaves carpeting the lane. She
looked up. A man in rough clothes was coming towards her.</p>
<p id="id02303">Norah drew back, wishing she had brought the dogs with her; the place
was lonely, and the evening was closing in. She turned to go; and as
she did so the man broke into a clear whistle that made her pause,
catching her breath. It was the marching tune of Jim's regiment; but
beyond the tune itself there was something familiar in the
whistle—something that brought her back to the stile, panting,
catching at the rail with her hands. Was there any one else in the
world with that whistle—with that long, free stride?</p>
<p id="id02304">He came nearer, and saw her for the first time—a white-faced girl who
stood and stared at him with eyes that dared not believe—with lips
that tried to speak his name, and could not. It was Jim who sobbed as
he spoke.</p>
<p id="id02305">"Norah! Norah!"</p>
<p id="id02306">He flung himself over the stile and caught her to him.</p>
<p id="id02307">"Old mate!" he said. "Dear little old mate!"</p>
<p id="id02308">They clung together like children. Presently Norah put up her hand,
feeling the rough serge of his coat.</p>
<p id="id02309">"It isn't a dream," she said. "Tell me it isn't, Jimmy-boy. Don't
let me wake up."</p>
<p id="id02310">Jim's laugh was very tender.</p>
<p id="id02311">"I'm no dream," he said. "All these months have been the dream—and
you can wake up now."</p>
<p id="id02312">She shivered, putting her face against him.</p>
<p id="id02313">"Oh—it's been so long!"</p>
<p id="id02314">Then, suddenly, she caught his hand.</p>
<p id="id02315">"Come!" she said breathlessly. "Come quickly—to Dad!"</p>
<p id="id02316">They ran across the park, hand in hand. Near the house Jim paused.</p>
<p id="id02317">"I say, old chap, we can't take him by surprise," he said. "I was
going to sneak in by the back door, and get hold of Miss de Lisle and
Allenby, to tell you. Hadn't you better go and prepare him a bit?"</p>
<p id="id02318">"Yes, of course," Norah said. "There's a light in the study: he's
always there at this time. Come in and I'll hide you in Allenby's
pantry until I ring."</p>
<p id="id02319" style="margin-top: 2em">They crept in by a side door, and immediately ran into the butler.</p>
<p id="id02320">"How are you, Allenby?" Jim inquired pleasantly.</p>
<p id="id02321">Allenby staggered back.</p>
<p id="id02322">"It's Mr. Jim!" he gasped, turning white.</p>
<p id="id02323">"It is," said Jim, laughing. He found the butler's hand, and shook
it. Norah left them, and went swiftly to her father's study. She
opened the door softly.</p>
<p id="id02324">David Linton was sitting in a big armchair by the fire, bending
forward and looking into the red coals. The light fell on his face,
and showed it old and sad with a depth of sadness that even Norah had
hardly seen. He raised his head as the door opened.</p>
<p id="id02325">"Hallo, my girl," he said, forcing a smile. "I was just beginning to
wonder where you were."</p>
<p id="id02326">"I went across the park," Norah said nervously. Something in her
voice made her father look sharply at her.</p>
<p id="id02327">"Is anything the matter, Norah?"</p>
<p id="id02328">"No," she said quickly. She came close to him and put her hand on his
shoulder.</p>
<p id="id02329">"You look as if you had seen a ghost," he said. "What is it, Norah?"</p>
<p id="id02330">"I—I thought I had, too," she stammered. "But it was better than a
ghost. Daddy—Daddy!" she broke down, clinging to him, laughing and
crying.</p>
<p id="id02331">"What is it?" cried David Linton. "For God's sake tell me, Norah!"<br/>
He sprang to his feet, shaking.<br/></p>
<p id="id02332">"He's here," she said. "He isn't dead." Suddenly she broke from him
and ran to the bell. "Jim," she said; "Jim has come back to us,
Daddy."</p>
<p id="id02333">The door was flung open, and Jim came in, with great strides.</p>
<p id="id02334">"Dad!"</p>
<p id="id02335">"My boy!" said his father. They gripped each other's hands; and Norah
clung to them both, and sobbed and laughed all at once.</p>
<p id="id02336">"Let me sit down, children," said David Linton presently; and they saw
that he was trembling. "I'm getting an old man, Jim; I didn't know
how old I was, until we lost you."</p>
<p id="id02337">"You couldn't get old if you tried," said Jim proudly. "And you can't
lose me either—can he, Norah?" They drew together again; it seemed
complete happiness just to touch each other—not to speak; to be
together. Afterwards there would be explanations; but they seemed the
last thing that mattered now.</p>
<p id="id02338">They did not hear the hoot of a motor in the drive or a ring at the
front door. Allenby answered it, and admitted a tall subaltern.</p>
<p id="id02339">"Mr. Wally!"</p>
<p id="id02340">"Evening, Allenby," said Wally. "I believe I'm a bit ahead of time—I
didn't expect to get here so soon. Do you think they'll have a corner
for me?"</p>
<p id="id02341">Allenby laughed—a rather quavering laugh.</p>
<p id="id02342">"I think you'll always find your room ready, sir," he said. "You—I
suppose you 'aven't 'eard our good news, sir?"</p>
<p id="id02343">"I never hear good news," said Wally shortly. "What is it?"</p>
<p id="id02344">Allenby eyed him doubtfully.</p>
<p id="id02345">"I don't know as I oughtn't to break it to you a bit, sir," he said.
"You can't be over-strong yet, and you wounded, and all; and never
'aving rightly got over losing Mr. Jim, and——"</p>
<p id="id02346">Wally shuddered.</p>
<p id="id02347">"For Heaven's sake, man, stop breaking it gently!" he said. "What is
it?" In his voice was the crisp tone of the officer; and the
ex-sergeant came to attention smartly.</p>
<p id="id02348">"It's Mr. Jim, sir," he said. "'E's 'ome."</p>
<p id="id02349">For a long moment Wally stared at him.</p>
<p id="id02350">"You're not mad, I suppose?" he said slowly. "Or perhaps I am. Do
you mean——"</p>
<p id="id02351">"Them 'Uns couldn't kill him, sir!" Allenby's voice rose on a note of
triumph. "Let me take your coat, sir—'e's in the study. And you
coming just puts the top on everything, sir!"</p>
<p id="id02352">He reached up for Wally's coat. But the boy broke from him and ran
blindly to the study, bursting in upon the group by the fire. There
he stopped dead, and stared at them.</p>
<p id="id02353">"Old chap!" said Jim. He sprang to him, and flung an arm round his
shoulders. Then he gave a great sigh of utter contentment, and echoed
Allenby unconsciously.</p>
<p id="id02354">"Well, if that doesn't make everything just perfect!" he said.</p>
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