Chapter 21 142the poor fellow often said he felt as if he had found a father. The boys took him to drive, and amused him withtheir pranks and plans; while the women, old and young, nursed and petted him till he felt like a sultan with acrowd of devoted slaves, obedient to his lightest wish. A very little of this was enough for Dan, who had amasculine horror of 'molly-coddling', and so <strong>br</strong>ief an acquaintance with illness that he rebelled against thedoctor's orders to keep quiet; and it took all Mrs <strong>Jo's</strong> authority and the girls' ingenuity to keep him fromleaving his sofa long before strained back and wounded head were well. Daisy cooked for him; Nan attendedto his medicines; Josie read aloud to while away the long hours of inaction that hung so heavily on his hands;while Bess <strong>br</strong>ought all her pictures and casts to amuse him, and, at his special desire, set up a modelling-standin his parlour and began to mould the buffalo head he gave her. Those afternoons seemed the pleasantest partof his day; and Mrs Jo, busy in her study close by, could see the friendly trio and enjoy the pretty pictures theymade. The girls were much flattered by the success of their efforts, and exerted themselves to be veryentertaining, consulting Dan's moods with the feminine tact most women creatures learn before they are out ofpinafores. When he was gay, the room rang with laughter; when gloomy, they read or worked in respectfulsilence till their sweet patience cheered him up again; and when in pain they hovered over him like 'a coupleof angels', as he said. He often called Josie 'little mother', but Bess was always 'Princess'; and his manner tothe two cousins was quite different. Josie sometimes fretted him with her fussy ways, the long plays she likedto read, and the maternal scoldings she administered when he <strong>br</strong>oke the rules; for having a lord of creation inher power was so delightful to her that she would have ruled him with a rod of iron if he had submitted. ToBess, in her gentler ministrations, he never showed either impatience or weariness, but obeyed her least word,exerted himself to seem well in her presence, and took such interest in her work that he lay looking at her withunwearied eyes; while Josie read to him in her best style unheeded.Mrs Jo observed this, and called them 'Una and the Lion', which suited them very well, though the lion's manewas shorn, and Una never tried to <strong>br</strong>idle him. The elder ladies did their part in providing delicacies andsupplying all his wants; but Mrs Meg was busy at home, Mrs Amy preparing for the trip to Europe in thespring, and Mrs Jo hovering on the <strong>br</strong>ink of a 'vortex'--for the forthcoming book had been sadly delayed bythe late domestic events. As she sat at her desk, settling papers or meditatively nibbling her pen while waitingfor the divine afflatus to descend upon her, she often forgot her fictitious heroes and heroines in studying thelive models before her, and thus by chance looks, words, and gestures discovered a little romance unsuspectedby anyone else.The portiere between the rooms was usually drawn aside, giving a view of the group in the largebay-window--Bess at one side, in her grey blouse, busy with her tools; Josie at the other side with her book;and between, on the long couch, propped with many cushions, lay Dan in a many-hued eastern dressing-gownpresented by Mr Laurie and worn to please the girls, though the invalid much preferred an old jacket 'with noconfounded tail to bother over'. He faced Mrs <strong>Jo's</strong> room, but never seemed to see her, for his eyes were on theslender figure before him, with the pale winter sunshine touching her golden head, and the delicate hands thatshaped the clay so deftly. Josie was just visible, rocking violently in a little chair at the head of the couch, andthe steady murmur of her girlish voice was usually the only sound that <strong>br</strong>oke the quiet of the room, unless asudden discussion arose about the book or the buffalo.Something in the big eyes, bigger and blacker than ever in the thin white face, fixed, so steadily on one object,had a sort of fascination for Mrs Jo after a time, and she watched the changes in them curiously; for Dan'smind was evidently not on the story, and he often forgot to laugh or exclaim at the comic or exciting crises.Sometimes they were soft and wistful, and the watcher was very glad that neither damsel caught thatdangerous look for when they spoke it vanished; sometimes it was full of eager fire, and the colour came andwent rebelliously, in spite of his attempt to hide it with an impatient gesture of hand or head; but oftenest itwas dark, and sad, and stern, as if those gloomy eyes looked out of captivity at some forbidden light or joy.This expression came so often that it worried Mrs Jo, and she longed to go and ask him what bitter memoryovershadowed those quiet hours. She knew that his crime and its punishment must lie heavy on his mind; butyouth, and time, and new hopes would <strong>br</strong>ing comfort, and help to wear away the first sharpness of the prison<strong>br</strong>and. It lifted at other times, and seemed almost forgotten when he joked with the boys, talked with old
Chapter 21 143friends, or enjoyed the first snows as he drove out every fair day. Why should the shadow always fall sodarkly on him in the society of these innocent and friendly girls? They never seemed to see it, and if eitherlooked or spoke, a quick smile came like a sunburst through the clouds to answer them. So Mrs Jo went onwatching, wondering, and discovering, till accident confirmed her fears.Josie was called away one day, and Bess, tired of working, offered to take her place if he cared for morereading.'I do; your reading suits me better than <strong>Jo's</strong>. She goes so fast my stupid head gets in a muddle and soon beginsto ache. Don't tell her; she's a dear little soul, and so good to sit here with a bear like me.'The smile was ready as Bess went to the table for a new book, the last story being finished.'You are not a bear, but very good and patient, we think. It is always hard for a man to be shut up, mammasays, and must be terrible for you, who have always been so free.'If Bess had not been reading titles she would have seen Dan shrink as if her last words hurt him. He made noanswer; but other eyes saw and understood why he looked as if he would have liked to spring up and rushaway for one of his long races up the hill, as he used to do when the longing for liberty grew uncontrollable.Moved by a sudden impulse, Mrs Jo caught up her work-basket and went to join her neighbours, feeling that anon-conductor might be needed; for Dan looked like a thundercloud full of electricity.'What shall we read, Aunty? Dan doesn't seem to care. You know his taste; tell me something quiet andpleasant and short. Josie will be back soon,' said Bess, still turning over the books piled on the centre-table.Before Mrs Jo could answer, Dan pulled a shabby little volume from under his pillow, and handing it to hersaid: 'Please read the third one; it's short and pretty--I'm fond of it.' The book opened at the right place, as ifthe third story had been often read, and Bess smiled as she saw the name.'Why, Dan, I shouldn't think you'd care for this romantic German tale. There is fighting in it; but it is verysentimental, if I remember rightly.''I know it; but I've read so few stories, I like the simple ones best. Had nothing else to read sometimes; I guessI know it all by heart, and never seem to be tired of those fighting fellows, and the fiends and angels andlovely ladies. You read "Aslauga's Knight", and see if you don't like it. Edwald was rather too soft for myfancy; but Froda was first-rate and the spirit with the golden hair always reminded me of you.'As Dan spoke Mrs Jo settled herself where she could watch him in the glass, and Bess took a large chairfacing him, saying, as she put up her hands to retie the ribbon that held the cluster of thick, soft curls at theback of her head:'I hope Aslauga's hair wasn't as troublesome as mine, for it's always tumbling down. I'll be ready in a minute.''Don't tie it up; please let it hang. I love to see it shine that way. It will rest your head, and be just right for thestory, Goldilocks,' pleaded Dan, using the childish name and looking more like his boyish self than he haddone for many a day.Bess laughed, shook down her pretty hair, and began to read, glad to hide her face a little; for complimentsmade her shy, no matter who paid them. Dan listened intently on; and Mrs Jo, with eyes that went often fromher needle to the glass, could see, without turning, how he enjoyed every word as if it had more meaning forhim than for the other listeners. His face <strong>br</strong>ightened wonderfully, and soon wore the look that came whenanything <strong>br</strong>ave or beautiful inspired and touched his better self. It was Fouque's charming story of the knight
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