the heir of redclyffe-第143节
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too much crape in the way for him to see her face; and she was
perfectly still; so that all he could judge by was the close; rigid
clasping together of the hands; resting on the sleeping infant's white
mantle。 Each spot recalled to him some description of Guy's; the
church…tower; the school with the two large new windows; the park wall;
the rising ground within。 What was she feeling? He did not dare to
address her; till; at the lodge…gate; he exclaimed'There's Markham;'
and; at the same time; was conscious of a feeling between hope and
fear; that this might after all be a fool's errand; and a wonder how
they and the master of the house would meet if it turned out that they
had taken fright without cause。
At his exclamation; Amy leant forward; and beckoned。 Markham came up
to the window; and after the greeting on each side; walked along with
his hand on the door; as the carriage slowly mounted the steep hill;
answering her questions: 'How is he?'
'No better。 He has been putting on leeches; and made himself so giddy;
that yesterday he could hardly stand。'
'And they have not relieved him?'
'Not in the least。 I am glad you are come; for it has been an absurd
way of going on。'
'Is he up?'
'Yes; on the sofa in the library。'
'Did you give him my note? Does he expect us?'
'No; I went to see about telling him this morning; but found him so low
and silent; I thought it was better not。 He has not opened a letter
this week; and he might have refused to see you; as he did Lord
Thorndale。 Besides; I didn't know how he would take my writing about
him; though if you had not written; I believe I should have let Mrs。
Henley know by this time。'
'There is an escape for him;' murmured Charles to his sister。
'We have done the best in our power to receive you' proceeded Markham;
'I hope you will find it comfortable; Lady Morville; but'
'Thank you; I am not afraid;' said Amy; smiling a little。 Markham's
eye was on the little white bundle in her lap; but he did not speak of
it; and went on with explanations about Mrs。 Drew and Bolton and the
sitting…room; and tea being ready。
Charles saw the great red pile of building rise dark; gloomy; and
haunted…looking before them。 The house that should have been Amabel's!
Guy's own beloved home! How could she bear it? But she was eagerly
asking Markham how Philip should be informed of their arrival; and
Markham was looking perplexed; and saying; that to drive under the
gateway; into the paved court; would make a thundering sound; that he
dreaded for Mr。 Morville。 Could Mr。 Charles Edmonstone cross the court
on foot? Charles was ready to do so; the carriage stopped; Amabel gave
the baby to Anne; saw Arnaud help Charles out; and turning to Markham;
said; 'I had better go to him at once。 Arnaud will show my brother the
way。'
'The sitting…room; Arnaud' said Markham; and walked on fast with her;
while Charles thought how strange to see her thus pass the threshold of
her husband's house; come thither to relieve and comfort his enemy。
She entered the dark…oak hall。 On one side the light shone cheerfully
from the sitting…room; the other doors were all shut。 Markham
hesitated; and stood reluctant。
'Yes; you had better tell him I am here;' said she; in the voice; so
gentle; that no one perceived its resolution。
Markham knocked at one of the high heavy doors; and softly opened it。
Amabel stood behind it; and looked into the room; more than half dark;
without a fire; and very large; gloomy; and cheerless; in the gray
autumn twilight; that just enabled her to see the white pillows on the
sofa; and Philip's figure stretched out on it。 Markham advanced and
stood doubtful for an instant; then in extremity; began'Hem! Lady
Morville is come; and'
Without further delay she came forward; saying'How are you; Philip?'
He neither moved nor seemed surprised; he only said; 'So you are come
to heap more coals on my head。'
A thrill of terror came over her; but she did not show it; as she said;
'I am sorry to find you so poorly。'
It seemed as if before he had taken her presence for a dream; for;
entirely roused; he exclaimed; in a tone of great surprise; 'Is it you;
Amy?' Then sitting up; 'Why? When did you come here?'
'Just now。 We were afraid you were ill; we heard a bad account of you;
so we have taken you by storm: Charles; your goddaughter; and I; are
come to pay you a visit。'
'Charles! Charles here?' cried Philip; starting up。 'Where is he?'
'Coming in;' said Amy; and Philip; intent only on hospitality; hastened
into the hall; and met him at the door; gave him his arm and conducted
him where the inviting light guided them to the sitting…room。 The full
brightness of lamp and fire showed the ashy paleness of his face; his
hair; rumpled with lying on the sofa; had; on the temples; acquired a
noticeable tint of gray; his whole countenance bore traces of terrible
suffering; and Amabel thought that even at Recoara she had never seen
him look more wretchedly ill。
'How did you come?' he asked。 'It was very kind。 I hope you will be
comfortable。'
'We have taken good care of ourselves;' said Amy。 'I wrote to Mr。
Markham; for I thought you were not well enough to be worried with
preparations。 We ought to beg your pardon for breaking on you so
unceremoniously。'
'If any one should be at home here' said Philip; earnestly;then
interrupting himself; he shaded his eyes from the light; 'I don't know
how to make you welcome enough。 When did you set off?'
'Yesterday afternoon;' said Charles; 'we slept in London; and came on
to…day。'
'Have you dined?' said Philip; looking perplexed to know where the
dinner could come from。
'Yes; at K…; thank you。'
'What will you have? I'll ring for Mrs。 Drew。'
'No; thank you; don't tease yourself。 Mrs。 Drew will take care of us。
Never mind; but how bad your head is!' said Amabel; as he sat down on
the sofa; leaning his elbow on his knee; and pressing his hand very
hard on his forehead。 'You must lie down and keep quiet; and never
mind us。 We only want a little tea。 I am just going to take off my
bonnet; and see what they have done with baby; and then I'll come down。
Pray lie still till then。 Mind he does; Charlie。'
They thought she was gone; but the next moment there she was with the
two pillows from the library sofa; putting them under Philip's head;
and making him comfortable; while he; overpowered by a fresh access of
headache; had neither will nor power to object。 She rang; asked for
Mrs。 Drew; and went。
Philip lay; with closed eyes; as if in severe pain: and Charles; afraid
to disturb him; sat feeling as if it was a dream。 That he; with Amy
and her child; should be in Guy's home; so differently from their old
plans; so very differently from the way she should have arrived。 He
looked round the room; and everywhere knew what Guy's taste had
prepared for his bridepiano; books; prints; similarities to
Hollywell; all with a fresh new bridal effect; inexpressibly
melancholy。 They brought a thought of the bright eye; sweet voice;
light step; and merry whistle; and as he said to himself 'gone for
ever;' he could have hated Philip; but for the sight of his haggard
features; gray hairs; and the deep lines which; at seven…and…twenty;
sorrow had traced on his brow。 At length Philip turned and looked up。
'Charles;' he said; 'I trust you have not let her run any risk。'
'No: we got Dr。 Mayerne's permission。'
'It is like all the rest;' said Philip; closing his eyes again。
Presently he asked: 'How did you know I was not well?'
'Markham said something in a business letter that alarmed Amy。 She
wrote to inquire; and on his second letter we thought we had better
come and see after you ourselves。'
No more was said till Amabel returned。 She had made some stay up…
stairs; talking to Mrs。 Drew; who was bewildered between surprise; joy;
and grief; looking to see that all was comfortable in Charles's room;
making arrangements for the child; and at last relieving herself by a
short space of calm; to feel where she was; realize that this was
Redclyffe; and whisper to her little girl that it was her father's own
home。 She knew it was the room he had destined for her; she tried;
dark as it was; to see the view of which he had told her; and looked
up; over the mantel…piece; at Muller's engraving of St。 John。 Perhaps
that was the hardest time of all her trial; and she felt as if; without
his child in her arms; she could never have held up under the sense of
desolation that came over her; left behind; while he was in his true
home。 Left; she told herself; to finish the task he had begun; and to
become fit to follow him。 Was she not in the mids