Moon of madness
square-jawed soldier whom I knew so well; the traditional O’Shea,
whose name had been a tonic to many a man during those black days when
the shadow of Prussia lay over Europe.
CHAPTER XXXII.
THE HEART OF NANETTE
I seemed to detect an ominous air of hush as I opened the door for
O’Shea and myself to go up to my apartments. Nanette’s mother met us.
I could scarcely bear to look at her. Almost immediately, she fixed
her eyes upon O’Shea.
“Major O’Shea,” she began bravely, “I have known for a long time how
Nanette felt about you.…”
“And I suppose you have reproached me,” said he.
“I have not,” she returned. “I have had many opportunities of
watching, and I know that your behaviour has been admirable, if…” she
hesitated.
“Yes?” O’Shea urged gently.
“If she has really meant anything to you. Be frank with me, Major
O’Shea. Has she?”
“She has,” he replied gravely. “I didn’t know, but I know now.”
“It is frightfully hard to say,” she went on, “but…” she turned to me
impulsively. “Can you help me, Mr. Decies?”
“I think I can,” said I. “There is no reason why my friend, Major
O’Shea, should not marry Nanette, unless there is any on your side.
Personally, he thinks he is too old for her!” This last remark I added
in what was meant to be a facetious manner, for the situation was
difficult to cope with. “But please tell us--how is she?”
“She will recover,” was the reply, “thanks to the speedy attention
that she received. Failing this, it might have been--otherwise. I am
afraid she cannot be moved for some time, Mr. Decies. It will be a
dreadful inconvenience for you.…”
“And a great honour,” I added. “Is it possible to see her?”
“I don’t know if it is advisable. But she is asking to see”--glancing
at O’Shea--“someone.”
O’Shea bit his lip--the nearest approach to a display of emotion that
I had ever observed in him--and turned quickly aside.
Then followed a period of waiting. Nanette’s girl friend came down,
having been relieved by a professional nurse. She smiled at O’Shea,
and blushed furiously; an unusual accomplishment in a girl of her type
and age. But the smile and the blush told me more of the state of
Nanette’s heart than a long dissertation could have revealed.
The young medical officer appeared at last, and his expression was
reassuring.
“Can we go up?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied; “I have Sir Frank’s permission to admit you for
three minutes, but no more than three minutes.”
He stared significantly at O’Shea.
In a queerly furtive fashion I began to mount the stairs of my own
house, treading softly as upon holy ground and going with bated
breath. O’Shea moved equally silently. I cannot say what his feelings
were at this moment, for I did not even look at him. But when we came
to the door of the sick room that had been my bedroom, it was opened
by a white-capped nurse, and we entered, catlike as burglars.
Nanette lay propped up in my bed, with closed eyes. She was pale, but,
in that hour, more adorable than ever. Her mother sat over by an open
window, watching, and Sir Frank Leslie stood beside the bed. We crept
forward, abashed as detected criminals. But Nanette did not stir,
until:
“Someone has come to say good-night to you, dear,” said her mother.
Then the drooping lids quivered, and she raised her blue eyes. I
cannot say if she saw O’Shea, or merely pretended that she did not see
him; but admittedly he was standing behind me. She laid her hand in
mine, and:
“Thank you, Mr. Decies,” she murmured, in a pathetically weak voice.
“I am going to be a frightful nuisance to you. In future, I shall try
to arrange to be shot in my own bedroom.”
She closed her eyes again, wearily, and dropped her hand upon the
coverlet. Sir Frank beckoned to me to step aside. I did so.
O’Shea drew nearer.
“I have come to thank you, Nanette,” he said.
He sat on the chair beside her, bending forward. Slowly, she turned
her head, raised weary lids again, and looked at him. She stayed so
for what seemed a very long time; just looking--looking--and
questioning. He stooped nearer and nearer, until suddenly, but very
weakly, a white arm crept around his neck and little trembling fingers
were plunged into his hair.
Nanette drew his head down upon the pillow beside her, sighed, and
closed her eyes again happily.
I turned away, staring at her mother. Then I caught Sir Frank’s
glance. He began to tiptoe toward the door, nodded significantly to
the nurse--and shepherded us out of the sick room!
The last to leave, I looked back, guiltily, for one moment. Nanette
was fast asleep, for they had given her an opiate. And she lay with
her head nestling upon O’Shea’s shoulder.
I shall always remember her smile.
THE END
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
Minor spelling inconsistencies (e.g. lounge-chair/lounge chair,
shore-signal/shore signal, etc.) have been preserved.
Alterations to the text:
Abandon the use of drop-caps.
Punctuation: fix a few quotation mark pairings/nestings.
[Chapter IV]
Change (“Please, _mumsy_,” she pleaded--“until I have) to _Mumsy_.
[Chapter XXIV]
“He is a member of a very _dangerout_ organization” to _dangerous_.
[Chapter XXVIII]
“There was no one on the stairs, and no one. in the long, glazed”
delete the period.
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