Lucy Montgomery - Anne of Ingleside

"Didn't I tell you? Surely I told you ... well, I suppose it's been such a sore subject I just couldn't talk of it. I've been worried to death about it for the past two weeks ... couldn't think of anything else, waking or sleeping. Mrs. Garrow lives in Lowbridge and was Parker's patient. He asked me in for a consultation ... I diagnosed her case differently from him ... we almost fought ... I was sure I was right ... I insisted there was a chance ... we sent her to Montreal ... Parker said she'd never come back alive ... her husband was ready to shoot me on sight. When she was gone I went to bits ... perhaps I WAS mistaken ... perhaps I'd tortured her needlessly. I found the letter in my office when I went in ... I was RIGHT ... they've operated ... she has an excellent chance of living. Anne girl, I could jump over the moon! I've shed twenty years.”

Anne had either to laugh or cry ... so she began to laugh. It was lovely to be able to laugh again ... lovely to feel like laughing. Everything was suddenly all right.

"I suppose that is why you forgot this was our anniversary?" she taunted him.

Gilbert released her long enough to pounce on the little packet he had dropped on the table.

"I didn't forget it. Two weeks ago I sent to Toronto for this.

And it didn't come till tonight. I felt so small this morning when I hadn't a thing to give you that I didn't mention the day ... thought you'd forgotten it, too ... hoped you had. When I went into the office there was my present along with Parker's letter.

See how you like it.”

It was a little diamond pendant. Even in the moonlight it sparkled like a living thing.

"Gilbert ... and I ...”

"Try it on. I wish it had come this morning ... then you'd have had something to wear to the dinner besides that old enamel heart.

Though it DID look rather nice snuggling in that pretty white hollow in your throat, darling. Why didn't you leave on that green dress, Anne? I liked it ... it reminded me of that dress with the rosebuds on it you used to wear at Redmond.”

("So he had noticed the dress! So he still remembered the old Redmond one he had admired so much!") Anne felt like a released bird ... she was flying again.

Gilbert's arms were around her ... his eyes were looking into hers in the moonlight.

"You DO love me, Gilbert? I'm not just a habit with you? You haven't SAID you loved me for so long.”

"My dear, dear love! I didn't think you needed words to know that.

I couldn't live without you. Always you give me strength. There's a verse somewhere in the Bible that is meant for you ... 'She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.'“

Life which had seemed so grey and foolish a few moments before was golden and rose and splendidly rainbowed again. The diamond pendant slipped to the floor, unheeded for the moment. It was beautiful ... but there were so many things lovelier ... confidence and peace and delightful work ... laughter and kindness ... that old SAFE feeling of a sure love.

"Oh, if we could keep this moment for ever, Gilbert!”

"We're going to have some moments. It's time we had a second honeymoon. Anne, there's going to be a big medical congress in London next February. We're going to it ... and after it we'll see a bit of the Old World. There's a holiday coming to us. We'll be nothing but lovers again ... it will be just like being married over again. You haven't been like yourself for a long time. ("So he had noticed.") You're tired and overworked ... you need a change. ("You too, dearest. I've been so horribly blind.") I'm not going to have it cast up to me that doctors' wives never get a pill. We'll come back rested and fresh, with our sense of humour completely restored. Well, try your pendant on and let's get to bed. I'm half dead for sleep ... haven't had a decent night's sleep for weeks, what with twins and worry over Mrs.

Garrow.”

"What on earth were you and Christine talking about so long in the garden tonight?" asked Anne, peacocking before the mirror with her diamonds.

Gilbert yawned.

"Oh, I don't know. Christine just gabbled on. But here is one fact she presented me with. A flea can jump two hundred times its own length. Did you know that, Anne?”

("They were talking of fleas when I was writhing with jealousy.

What an idiot I've been!") "How on earth did you come to be talking of fleas?”

"I can't remember ... perhaps it was Dobermann pinschers suggested it.”

"Dobermann pinschers! WHAT are Dobermann pinschers?”

"A new kind of dog. Christine seems to be a dog connoisseur. I was so obsessed with Mrs. Garrow that I didn't pay much attention to what she was saying. Now and then I caught a word about complexes and repressions ... that new psychology that's coming up ... and art ... and gout and politics ... and frogs.”

"Frogs!”

"Some experiments a Winnipeg research man is making. Christine was never very entertaining, but she's a worse bore than ever. And malicious! She never used to be malicious.”

"What did she say that was so malicious?" asked Anne innocently.

"Didn't you notice? Oh, I suppose you wouldn't catch on ... you're so free from that sort of thing yourself. Well, it doesn't matter. That laugh of hers got on my nerves a bit. And she's got fat. Thank goodness, you haven't got fat, Anne-girl.”

"Oh, I don't think she is so very fat," said Anne charitably. "And she certainly is a very handsome woman.”

"So-so. But her face has got hard ... she's the same age as you but she looks ten years older.”

"And you talking to her about immortal youth!”

Gilbert grinned guiltily.

"One has to say something civil. Civilization can't exist without a LITTLE hypocrisy. Oh, well, Christine isn't a bad old scout, even if she doesn't belong to the race of Joseph. It's not her fault that the pinch of salt was left out of her. What's this?”

"My anniversary remembrance for you. And I want a cent for it ... I'm not taking any risks. Such tortures as I've endured this evening! I was eaten up with jealousy of Christine.”

Gilbert looked genuinely astonished. It had never occurred to him that Anne could be jealous of anybody.

"Why, Anne-girl, I never thought you had it in you.”

"Oh, but I have. Why, years ago I was madly jealous of your correspondence with Ruby Gillis.”

"DID I ever correspond with Ruby Gillis? I'd forgotten. Poor Ruby! But what about Roy Gardner? The pot mustn't call the kettle black.”

"Roy Gardner? Philippa wrote me not long ago that she'd seen him and he'd got positively corpulent. Gilbert, Dr. Murray may be a very eminent man in his profession but he looks just like a lath and Dr. Fowler looked like a doughnut. You looked so handsome ... and FINISHED ... beside them.”

"Oh, thanks ... thanks. That's something like a wife should say.

By way of returning the compliment I thought you looked unusually well tonight, Anne, in spite of that dress. You had a little colour and your eyes were gorgeous. Ah-h-h, that's good! No place like bed when you're all in. There's another verse in the Bible ... queer how those old verses you learn in Sunday School come back to you through life! ... 'I will lay me down in peace and sleep.' In peace ... and sleep ... goo'night.”

Gilbert was asleep almost before he finished the word. Dearest tired Gilbert! Babies might come and babies might go but none should disturb his rest that night. The telephone might ring its head off.

Anne was not sleepy. She was too happy to sleep just yet. She moved softly about the room, putting things away, braiding her hair, looking like a beloved woman. Finally she slipped on a negligee and went across the hall to the boys' room. Walter and Jem in their bed and Shirley in his cot were all sound asleep. The Shrimp, who had outlived generations of pert kittens and become a family habit, was curled up at Shirley's feet. Jem had fallen asleep while reading "The Life Book of Captain Jim" ... it was open on the spread. Why, how LONG Jem looked lying under the bedclothes! He would soon be grown up. What a sturdy reliable little chap he was! Walter was smiling in his sleep as someone who knew a charming secret. The moon was shining on his pillow through the bars of the leaded window ... casting the shadow of a clearly defined cross on the wall above his head. In long after years Annie was to remember that and wonder if it were an omen of Courcelette ... of a cross-marked grave "somewhere in France.” But tonight it was only a shadow ... nothing more. The rash had quite gone from Shirley's neck. Gilbert had been right. He was always right.