These were solemn, peaceful hours to Clemence, though a tempest raged without the dwelling22, and sickness was within, and in one of the lower apartments lay the lifeless remains23 of one who had been very dear. The Almighty24 can give His children “songs in the night;” His presence can brighten even the chamber of sickness, even the couch of death.
The winter’s sun was just rising when Arabella softly entered the room; and as Louisa had at length sunk into a quiet slumber25, Clemence resigned for a while her watch over the invalid to her sister. Mrs. Effingham then hastened to her husband to relieve his mind regarding his daughter. She had hardly seen him since the accident, and gladly now sought the comfort of his sympathy and affection. Her next thought was for Vincent. She went to his room—it was empty; to the public apartments—he was not there. She found the boy in the darkened chamber in which lay the captain’s remains, gazing earnestly on the features of the dead, as though a lingering hope had yet remained that life might return to them once more. Clemence pressed a fervent kiss upon her step-son’s brow, and left her tear upon his cheek.
Clemence felt herself too much exhausted both in body and mind to appear in the breakfast-room that morning; she feared that she could not restrain before her husband emotion that might distress26 him, and she shrank from meeting the cold, unsympathizing gaze of Lady Selina. Her eyelids were heavy with watching and weeping, and, retiring to her own apartment, Clemence threw herself on her sofa; and her head had scarcely rested on the cushion before she fell into a deep, untroubled slumber, which lasted for several hours.
Vincent hurried over his breakfast, feeling as if every morsel27 would choke him, and soon left his father and aunt to conclude their cheerless meal together. Arabella was still keeping watch beside her sister.
“Clemence appears much relieved on Louisa’s account,” remarked Mr. Effingham, after rather a long pause in conversation.
Something approaching towards a smile slightly curled the lip of the lady—slightly, indeed, but sufficiently28 to fix upon her the attention of her companion.
“Dear Mrs. Effingham is at that happy age when anxieties do not press very heavily upon the mind,” said Lady Selina; “at least, it is evident that she apprehended29 no serious consequences from the accident to Louisa, or she would never have sent her home in a public conveyance30, almost sinking from exhaustion31 and terror, just rescued from a terrible death, with no attendant but a hired menial.”
The brow of Mr. Effingham darkened, but he made no reply, and Lady Selina continued in an apologetic manner: “But dear Mrs. Effingham was not aware how much Louisa was suffering from the effects of long immersion32 in the icy water; she did not see her before sending her home, so was, of course, less able to judge of her condition. Mrs. Effingham was so entirely33 engrossed34 with regret for her good old uncle that everything else was entirely forgotten!”
The irritable35 cough of Mr. Effingham encouraged the lady to proceed, which she did, after sipping36 a little of her chocolate, with a meditative37, melancholy38 air.
“It is perfectly39 natural, perfectly right, that a warmer degree of interest should be inspired by an aged1 relative, no doubt a very estimable, valuable creature, with whom your dear lady had associated for years, than for a connection, however near, known for a time comparatively so brief. I must not judge of Mrs. Effingham’s feelings by my own—I who have watched my dear sister’s orphans40 from their birth, and bear towards them the affection of a mother! I own that I could not have been an hour in the house before visiting the sick-bed of the precious sufferer; but then, I know the extreme delicacy41 of Louisa’s constitution. I have long regarded her as a fragile flower, one to be reared like a tender exotic, almost too fair for this world!” Lady Selina softly sighed; Mr. Effingham rose from the table.
Blessed are the peacemakers. Have we ever realized how fearful must be the reverse of that benediction42? Of whom can they be called the children whose delight is in sowing suspicion, awakening43 mistrust—they who would rob the innocent of a treasure dearer than life, the confidence and affection of those whom they love? Lady Selina rejoiced in the secret hope that she had done something that morning to loosen Clemence’s strong hold on the affections of her husband; that she had with some skill employed paternal44 love as a lever to shake that perfect confidence in which lay the young wife’s power. Lady Selina saw Mr. Effingham depart for the city, his brow clouded, and his manner abstracted, with feelings, perhaps, in some degree resembling those of the Tempter when he had succeeded in bringing misery45 into the abode46 of peace. She little considered whose work she was doing, whose example following; not the slightest shadow of self-reproach lay on the conscience of the woman of the world.
In the meantime the weary Clemence slept sweetly, and at length awoke refreshed. Sorrow, however, returned with consciousness; and, springing up like one who fears that some duty may have been neglected, Clemence hastened towards the room of Louisa, which was upon the same floor as her own. She was met in the corridor by her maid.
“Oh, ma’am! Miss Louisa is so dreadfully ill! Lady Selina has sent for another doctor besides Dr. Howard.”
“Why was I not awakened49?” exclaimed Clemence; and as she spoke50, a knock at the outer door announced the arrival of one of the medical men.
Louisa was, indeed, alarmingly ill. Lady Selina had had cause for her fear. With a throbbing51 heart Clemence awaited the decision of the doctors, who, after seeing their patient, remained together in consultation52. It was a time when she would naturally have felt her soul drawn53 towards Lady Selina by a common dread47. But an icy barrier appeared to be between the ladies; and the aunt tacitly treated the young step-mother as one who affected54 an anxiety which she did not feel,—one who was only adding hypocrisy55 to heartless indifference56. Never are we more acutely sensitive to unkindness than when the heart is lacerated by sorrow; and never had Lady Selina inflicted57 a keener pang58 than she did in that interval12 of anxious suspense59.
“Miss Effingham is in a very precarious60 state,” was the opinion at length given by one of the medical men, addressing himself to Clemence.
“We must be prepared, I fear, for the worst,” rejoined Dr. Howard, “though the patient’s youth is greatly in her favour.”
“Prepared for the worst,” faintly repeated Clemence, as the doctors quitted the house. The words brought with painful force before her mind the thought how totally unprepared the unhappy girl was for the awful change which might be so near. She who had lived only for pleasure,—she who had put religion aside as a tedious, gloomy thing, profitable only for the sick and the aged,—charity itself, which thinketh no evil, could not have regarded her as prepared; and now but a few days or hours might remain of a life hitherto wasted and thrown away,—precious days or hours, if given to God. “Louisa ought to know her danger,” said Clemence gravely and thoughtfully to Lady Selina.
“Goodness me!” exclaimed the aunt in indignant surprise, “you would not kill the poor child outright61 by talking to her about dying! I know well your sentiments towards her, Mrs. Effingham; but this would be carrying them a little too far.”
“God guide me!” murmured Clemence, as, turning sadly away, she glided62 noiselessly into the sick-room.
“She’s a heartless hypocrite—a canting bigot,” said Lady Selina, when she joined Arabella in the boudoir. “She’s going to frighten the little remaining life out of our suffering darling by her terrible warnings and denunciations!”
“I would not let her enter the room,” exclaimed Arabella, almost fiercely.
“My love, she’s the mistress here—the absolute mistress. Mrs. Effingham takes particular care that we should all be made fully48 aware of that fact. We have no power to protect your poor sister against her fanatical cruelty, for so I must call it; and the end is to crown the beginning. Little has our Louisa had for which to thank her step-mother—hypocritical smiles, plenty of soft words, but not a single act of real kindness.”
“Mrs. Effingham sat up with her all last night,” observed Arabella, with perhaps a latent sense of justice.
“A sop63 to her conscience!” exclaimed Lady Selina indignantly; “a heathen, a savage64 could have done no less after yesterday’s horrible neglect. To send her home dripping and dying—it makes me shudder65 to think of it. After such treatment of the dear girl, no one on earth would ever persuade me that Mrs. Effingham possesses a heart.”
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