The Complete Novels. D. H. Lawrence

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      “A visitor to see you, Jim Crow,” she said.

      Dawes turned over suddenly with a startled grunt.

      “Eh?”

      “Caw!” she mocked. “He can only say 'Caw!' I have brought you a gentleman to see you. Now say 'Thank you,' and show some manners.”

      Dawes looked swiftly with his dark, startled eyes beyond the sister at Paul. His look was full of fear, mistrust, hate, and misery. Morel met the swift, dark eyes, and hesitated. The two men were afraid of the naked selves they had been.

      “Dr. Ansell told me you were here,” said Morel, holding out his hand.

      Dawes mechanically shook hands.

      “So I thought I'd come in,” continued Paul.

      There was no answer. Dawes lay staring at the opposite wall.

      “Say 'Caw!”' mocked the nurse. “Say 'Caw!' Jim Crow.”

      “He is getting on all right?” said Paul to her.

      “Oh yes! He lies and imagines he's going to die,” said the nurse, “and it frightens every word out of his mouth.”

      “And you MUST have somebody to talk to,” laughed Morel.

      “That's it!” laughed the nurse. “Only two old men and a boy who always cries. It is hard lines! Here am I dying to hear Jim Crow's voice, and nothing but an odd 'Caw!' will he give!”

      “So rough on you!” said Morel.

      “Isn't it?” said the nurse.

      “I suppose I am a godsend,” he laughed.

      “Oh, dropped straight from heaven!” laughed the nurse.

      Presently she left the two men alone. Dawes was thinner, and handsome again, but life seemed low in him. As the doctor said, he was lying sulking, and would not move forward towards convalescence. He seemed to grudge every beat of his heart.

      “Have you had a bad time?” asked Paul.

      Suddenly again Dawes looked at him.

      “What are you doing in Sheffield?” he asked.

      “My mother was taken ill at my sister's in Thurston Street. What are you doing here?”

      There was no answer.

      “How long have you been in?” Morel asked.

      “I couldn't say for sure,” Dawes answered grudgingly.

      He lay staring across at the wall opposite, as if trying to believe Morel was not there. Paul felt his heart go hard and angry.

      “Dr. Ansell told me you were here,” he said coldly.

      The other man did not answer.

      “Typhoid's pretty bad, I know,” Morel persisted.

      Suddenly Dawes said:

      “What did you come for?”

      “Because Dr. Ansell said you didn't know anybody here. Do you?”

      “I know nobody nowhere,” said Dawes.

      “Well,” said Paul, “it's because you don't choose to, then.”

      There was another silence.

      “We s'll be taking my mother home as soon as we can,” said Paul.

      “What's a-matter with her?” asked Dawes, with a sick man's interest in illness.

      “She's got a cancer.”

      There was another silence.

      “But we want to get her home,” said Paul. “We s'll have to get a motor-car.”

      Dawes lay thinking.

      “Why don't you ask Thomas Jordan to lend you his?” said Dawes.

      “It's not big enough,” Morel answered.

      Dawes blinked his dark eyes as he lay thinking.

      “Then ask Jack Pilkington; he'd lend it you. You know him.”

      “I think I s'll hire one,” said Paul.

      “You're a fool if you do,” said Dawes.

      The sick man was gaunt and handsome again. Paul was sorry for him because his eyes looked so tired.

      “Did you get a job here?” he asked.

      “I was only here a day or two before I was taken bad,” Dawes replied.

      “You want to get in a convalescent home,” said Paul.

      The other's face clouded again.

      “I'm goin' in no convalescent home,” he said.

      “My father's been in the one at Seathorpe, an' he liked it. Dr. Ansell would get you a recommend.”

      Dawes lay thinking. It was evident he dared not face the world again.

      “The seaside would be all right just now,” Morel said. “Sun on those sandhills, and the waves not far out.”

      The other did not answer.

      “By Gad!” Paul concluded, too miserable to bother much; “it's all right when you know you're going to walk again, and swim!”

      Dawes glanced at him quickly. The man's dark eyes were afraid to meet any other eyes in the world. But the real misery and helplessness in Paul's tone gave him a feeling of relief.

      “Is she far gone?” he asked.

      “She's going like wax,” Paul answered; “but cheerful—lively!”

      He bit his lip. After a minute he rose.

      “Well, I'll be going,” he said. “I'll leave you this half-crown.”

      “I don't want it,” Dawes muttered.

      Morel did not answer, but left the coin on the table.

      “Well,” he said, “I'll try and run in when I'm back in Sheffield. Happen you might like to see my brother-in-law? He works in Pyecrofts.”

      “I don't know him,” said Dawes.

      “He's all right. Should I tell him to come? He might bring you some papers to look at.”

      The other man did not answer. Paul went. The strong emotion that Dawes aroused СКАЧАТЬ