Suddenly Venetia moved, opened her eyes, and said in a faint voice, ‘Mamma!’
The blood rushed to Lady Annabel’s heart. That single word afforded her the most exquisite2 happiness.
‘I am here, dearest,’ she replied.
‘Mamma, what is all this?’ inquired Venetia.
‘You have not been well, my own, but now you are much better.’
‘I thought I had been dreaming,’ replied Venetia, ‘and that all was not right; somebody, I thought, struck me on my head. But all is right now, because you are here, my dear mamma.’
But Lady Annabel could not speak for weeping.
‘Are you sure, mamma, that nothing has been done to my head?’ continued Venetia. ‘Why, what is this?’ and she touched a light bandage on her brow.
‘My darling, you have been ill, and you have lost blood; but now you are getting quite well. I have been very unhappy about you; but now I am quite happy, my sweet, sweet child.’
‘How long have I been ill?’
‘You have been very ill indeed for four or five days; you have had a fever, Venetia; but now the fever is gone; and you are only a little weak, and you will soon be well.’
‘A fever! and how did I get the fever?’
‘Perhaps you caught cold, my child; but we must not talk too much.’
‘A fever! I never had a fever before. A fever is like a dream.’
‘Hush! sweet love. Indeed you must not speak.’
‘Give me your hand, mamma; I will not speak if you will let me hold your hand. I thought in the fever that we were parted.’
‘I have never left your side, my child, day or night,’ said Lady Annabel, not without agitation3.
‘All this time! all these days and nights! No one would do that but you, mamma. You think only of me.’
‘You repay me by your love, Venetia,’ said Lady Annabel, feeling that her daughter ought not to speak, yet irresistibly4 impelled5 to lead out her thoughts.
‘How can I help loving you, my dear mamma?’
‘You do love me, you do love me very much; do you not, sweet child?’
‘Better than all the world,’ replied Venetia to her enraptured6 parent. ‘And yet, in the fever I seemed to love some one else: but fevers are like dreams; they are not true.’
Lady Annabel pressed her lips gently to her daughter’s, and whispered her that she must speak no more.
When Mr. Hawkins returned, he gave a favourable7 report of Venetia. He said that all danger was now past, and that all that was required for her recovery were time, care, and repose8. He repeated to Lady Annabel alone that the attack was solely9 to be ascribed to some great mental shock which her daughter had received, and which suddenly had affected10 her circulation; leaving it, after this formal intimation, entirely11 to the mother to take those steps in reference to the cause, whatever it might be, which she should deem expedient12.
In the evening, Lady Annabel stole down for a few moments to Dr. Masham, laden13 with joyful14 intelligence; assured of the safety of her child, and, what was still more precious, of her heart, and even voluntarily promising15 her friend that she should herself sleep this night in her daughter’s chamber, on the sofa-bed. The Doctor, therefore, now bade her adieu, and said that he should ride over from Marringhurst every day, to hear how their patient was proceeding16.
From this time, the recovery of Venetia, though slow, was gradual. She experienced no relapse, and in a few weeks quitted her bed. She was rather surprised at her altered appearance when it first met her glance in the mirror, but scarcely made any observation on the loss of her locks. During this interval17, the mind of Venetia had been quite dormant18; the rage of the fever, and the violent remedies to which it had been necessary to have recourse, had so exhausted19 her, that she had not energy enough to think. All that she felt was a strange indefinite conviction that some occurrence had taken place with which her memory could not grapple. But as her strength returned, and as she gradually resumed her usual health, by proportionate though almost invisible degrees her memory returned to her, and her intelligence. She clearly recollected20 and comprehended what had taken place. She recalled the past, compared incidents, weighed circumstances, sifted21 and balanced the impressions that now crowded upon her consciousness. It is difficult to describe each link in the metaphysical chain which at length connected the mind of Venetia Herbert with her actual experience and precise situation. It was, however, at length perfect, and gradually formed as she sat in an invalid22 chair, apparently23 listless, not yet venturing on any occupation, or occasionally amused for a moment by her mother reading to her. But when her mind had thus resumed its natural tone, and in time its accustomed vigour24, the past demanded all her solicitude25. At length the mystery of her birth was revealed to her. She was the daughter of Marmion Herbert; and who was Marmion Herbert? The portrait rose before her. How distinct was the form, how definite the countenance26! No common personage was Marmion Herbert, even had he not won his wife, and celebrated27 his daughter in such witching strains. Genius was stamped on his lofty brow, and spoke28 in his brilliant eye; nobility was in all his form. This chivalric29 poet was her father. She had read, she had dreamed of such beings, she had never seen them. If she quitted the solitude30 in which she lived, would she see men like her father? No other could ever satisfy her imagination; all beneath that standard would rank but as imperfect creations in her fancy. And this father, he was dead. No doubt. Ah! was there indeed no doubt? Eager as was her curiosity on this all-absorbing subject, Venetia could never summon courage to speak upon it to her mother. Her first disobedience, or rather her first deception31 of her mother, in reference to this very subject, had brought, and brought so swiftly on its retributive wings, such disastrous32 consequences, that any allusion33 to Lady Annabel was restrained by a species of superstitious34 fear, against which Venetia could not contend. Then her father was either dead or living. That was certain. If dead, it was clear that his memory, however cherished by his relict, was associated with feelings too keen to admit of any other but solitary35 indulgence. If living, there was a mystery connected with her parents, a mystery evidently of a painful character, and one which it was a prime object with her mother to conceal36 and to suppress. Could Venetia, then, in defiance37 of that mother, that fond devoted38 mother, that mother who had watched through long days and long nights over her sick bed, and who now, without a murmur39, was a prisoner to this very room, only to comfort and console her child: could Venetia take any step which might occasion this matchless parent even a transient pang40? No; it was impossible. To her mother she could never speak. And yet, to remain enveloped41 in the present mystery, she was sensible, was equally insufferable. All she asked, all she wanted to know, was he alive? If he were alive, then, although she could not see him, though she might never see him, she could exist upon his idea; she could conjure42 up romances of future existence with him; she could live upon the fond hope of some day calling him father, and receiving from his hands the fervid43 blessing44 he had already breathed to her in song.
In the meantime her remaining parent commanded all her affections. Even if he were no more, blessed was her lot with such a mother! Lady Annabel seemed only to exist to attend upon her daughter. No lover ever watched with such devotion the wants or even the caprices of his mistress. A thousand times every day Venetia found herself expressing her fondness and her gratitude45. It seemed that the late dreadful contingency46 of losing her daughter had developed in Lady Annabel’s heart even additional powers of maternal47 devotion; and Venetia, the fond and grateful Venetia, ignorant of the strange past, which she believed she so perfectly48 comprehended, returned thanks to Heaven that her mother was at least spared the mortification49 of knowing that her daughter, in her absence, had surreptitiously invaded the sanctuary50 of her secret sorrow.
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