EDWARD CRADDOCK was a strong man, also unimaginative. Driving through the night to Tercanbury he did not give way to thoughts, but easily kept his anxiety within proper bounds, and gave his whole attention to conducting the horse; he kept his eyes on the road in front of him, and the beast stepped out with swift, regular stride, rapidly passing the . Edward rang Dr. Spocref up and gave him the note he carried. The doctor presently came down, an undersized man with a squeaky voice and a gesticulative manner. He looked upon Edward with suspicion.  
“I suppose you’re the husband?” he said, as they down the street. “Would you like me to drive? I dare say you’re rather upset.”
 
“No—and don’t want to be,” answered Edward, with a laugh. He looked down a little upon people who lived in towns, and never trusted a man who was less than six feet high and burly in proportion!
 
“I’m rather nervous of anxious husbands who drive me at a breakneck pace in the middle of the night,” said the doctor. “The ditches have an almost attraction for them.”
 
“Well, I’m not nervous, doctor, so it doesn’t matter twopence if you are.”
 
When they reached the open country, Edward set the horse going at its fastest; he was somewhat amused at the doctor’s desire to drive—absurd little man!
 
“Are you holding on tight?” he asked, with good-natured scorn.
 
“I see you can drive,” said the doctor.
 
“It is not the first time I’ve had in my hands,” replied Edward, modestly. “Here we are!”
 
He showed the specialist to the bedroom, and asked whether Dr. Ramsay required him further.
 
“No, I don’t want you just now; but you’d better stay up to be ready, if anything happens.... I’m afraid Bertha is very bad indeed—you must be prepared for everything.”
 
Edward to the next room and sat down. He was genuinely disturbed, but even now could not realise that Bertha was dying—his mind was , and he was unable to imagine the future. A more emotional man would have been white with fear, his heart beating painfully and his nerves quivering with a hundred anticipated terrors. He would have been quite useless; while Edward was fit for any emergency—he could have been trusted to drive another ten miles in search of some appliance, and, with perfect steadiness, to help in any necessary operation.
 
“You know,” he said to Dr. Ramsay, “I don’t want to get in your way; but if I should be any use in the room, you can trust me not to get flurried.”
 
“I don’t think there’s anything you can do; the nurse is very trustworthy and capable.”
 
“Women,” said Edward, “get so excited; they always make fools of themselves if they possibly can.”
 
But the night air had made Craddock sleepy, and after half-an-hour in the chair, trying to read a book, he off. Presently, however, he awoke, and the first light of day filled the room with a gray coldness. He looked at his watch.
 
“By Jove, it’s a long job,” he said.
 
There was a knock at the door, and the nurse came in.
 
“Will you please come.”
 
Dr. Ramsay met him in the passage. “Thank God, it’s over. She’s had a terrible time.”
 
“Is she all right?”
 
“I think she’s in no danger now—but I’m sorry to say we couldn’t save the child.”
 
A went through Edward’s heart. “Is it dead?”
 
“It was still-born. I was afraid it was hopeless. You’d better go to Bertha now—she wants you. She doesn’t know about the child.”
 
Bertha was lying in an attitude of complete : she lay on her back, with arms stretched in utter weakness by her sides. Her face was gray with past , her eyes dull and lifeless, half closed; and her hung almost as hangs the jaw of a . She tried to form a smile as she saw Edward, but in her feebleness the lips scarcely moved.
 
“Don’t try to speak, dear,” said the nurse, seeing that Bertha was attempting words.
 
Edward down and kissed her, the faintest blush coloured her cheeks, and she began to cry; the tears stealthily down her cheeks.
 
“Come nearer to me, Eddie,” she whispered.
 
He knelt beside her, suddenly touched. He took her hand, and the contact had a vivifying effect; she drew a long breath, and her lips formed a weary, weary smile.
 
“Thank God, it’s over,” she , half whispering. “Oh, Eddie, darling, you can’t think what I’ve gone through.”
 
“Well, it’s all over now.”
 
“And you’ve been worrying too, Eddie. It encouraged me to think that you shared my trouble. You must go to sleep now. It was good of you to drive to Tercanbury for me.”
 
“You mustn’t talk,” said Dr. Ramsay, coming back into the room, after seeing the specialist sent off.
 
“I’m better now,” said Bertha, “since I’ve seen Eddie.”
 
“Well, you must go to sleep.”
 
“You’ve not told me yet if it’s a boy or a girl; tell me, Eddie, you know.”
 
Edward looked uneasily at the doctor.
 
“It’s a boy,” said Dr. Ramsay.
 
“I knew it would be,” she murmured. An expression of ecstatic pleasure came into her face, chasing away the grayness of death. “I’m so glad. Have you seen it, Eddie?”
 
“Not yet.”
 
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