“But,” she panted, “it’ll go off. Don’t cry!”
“I’m not doing,” he said.
After a while she was better again. He was kneeling beside the couch. They looked into each other’s eyes.
“I don’t want you to make a trouble of it,” she said.
“No, mother. You’ll have to be quite still, and then you’ll get better soon.”
But he was white to the lips, and their eyes as they looked at each other understood. Her eyes were so blue—such a wonderful forget-me-not blue! He felt if only they had been of a different colour he could have borne it better. His heart seemed to be ripping slowly in his breast. He kneeled there, holding her hand, and neither said anything. Then Annie came in.
“Are you all right?” she murmured timidly to her mother.
“Of course,” said Mrs. Morel.
Paul sat down and told her about Blackpool. She was curious.
A day or two after, he went to see Dr. Jameson in Nottingham, to arrange for a consultation. Paul had practically no money in the world. But he could borrow.
His mother had been used to go to the public consultation on Saturday morning, when she could see the doctor for only a nominal sum. Her son went on the same day. The waiting-room was full of poor women, who sat patiently on a bench around the wall. Paul thought of his mother, in her little black costume, sitting waiting likewise. The doctor was late. The women all looked rather frightened. Paul asked the nurse in attendance if he could see the doctor immediately he came. It was arranged so. The women sitting patiently round the walls of the room eyed the young man curiously.
At last the doctor came. He was about forty, good-looking, brown-skinned. His wife had died, and he, who had loved her, had specialized on women’s ailments. Paul told his name and his mother’s. The doctor did not remember.
“Number forty-six M.,” said the nurse; and the doctor looked up the case in his book.
“There is a big lump that may be a tumour,” said Paul.
“But Dr. Ansell was going to write you a letter.”
“Ah, yes!” replied the doctor, drawing the letter from his pocket. He was very friendly, affable, busy, kind. He would come to Sheffield the next day.
“What is your father?” he asked.
