"My eyes make pictures when they are shut." -- COLERIDGE. CHAPTER IX. DAISY AND THE NECKLACE
Our petite Heroine--How she talked to the Poets--The Morocco Case--Daisy's Eyes make Pictures--Tears, idle Tears!
Mortimer was still sleeping an "azure-lidded sleep," as Keats has it, when Daisy again came softly to the door. A pretty little woman was Daisy Snarle. She had one of those faces which you sometimes pass in the street and remember afterward1, ever connecting it with some exquisite2 picture, or, if you happen to be in a poetical3 mood, a dainty bit of music. That face was very sweet in the coquettish red and white "kiss-me-quick" which used to shade it sunny mornings, when Daisy went to market--a very beautiful face when she looked up earnestly--a very holy face when she sat thoughtfully in her room at twilight4. Her hair was dark chestnut5, and she wore it in one heavy braid over her forehead. Her eyes were so gentle and saucy6 by turns that I could never tell whether they were gray or hazel; but her smile was frank, her laugh musical, and her whole presence so purely7 womanly, that one could not but be better for knowing her. Yet Daisy was not faultless. She had a wild little will of her own--none the worse for that, however. She could put her foot down--and a sweet little foot it was!--a temptation of a foot, cased in a tight boot--high in the instep, and arched like the proud neck of an Arabian mare8, or the eye-brows of a Georgian girl. And then the heel of said boot!--But I daren't trust myself further. Daisy stood looking at Mortimer with her fond, thoughtful eyes. Soon she grew tired of this, and, placing a stool by his chair, sat down and commenced sewing. From time to time she looked up from her work and smiled quietly. "How he sleeps!" said Daisy, with a low laugh. "Will he be cross if I disturb him?"--and she laughed again. "I wonder," she said, at length, "if a tiny song would awaken9 him?" So she sang in a gentle voice those touching10 lines of Barry Cornwall, commencing with-- "Touch us gently, Father Time! As we glide11 adown the stream." She sang them bewitchingly. The music must have stolen into Mortimer's dream, for he slept a quieter sleep than before. Miss Daisy did not like that, and pouted12 quite prettily13, and shook her finger at him. "O, how tiresome14 you are!" she said. Then she sewed for ten minutes quite steadily15. "I guess I'll arrange your books, Rip Van Winkle! and when you wake up, a half century hence, you won't know them, they'll be in such good order!" And facetious16 Miss Daisy broke out in such a wild, merry laugh, that an early robin17, perched on a tree beside the window, ceased chirping18, and listened to her. Her fingers grew very busy with Mortimer's books. Having dusted them carefully, she commenced to place them in an old black-walnut book-case, which must have had an antique look fifty years ago. And Daisy went on laughing and talking to herself in a most comical manner. "Here, Mr. Theocritus!" she cried, taking up that venerable poet, and placing him upside down, "I'll just set you on your head for absorbing all that stupid boy's attention one live-long evening, when I wanted to chat with him." An author is supposed to know everything about his characters; but I cannot tell why Daisy placed Mortimer's poet in such an uncomfortable position, unless she thought that the blood might run into the head of Mr. Theocritus, and cause him to be taken off with a brain fever! "And you, Mr. Byron," Daisy continued, "you're a very wicked young fellow! and I won't let you sit next to Mrs. Hemans!" so she placed Plutarch between them. "But you and Shelly," Daisy said, resting her hand on Keats, "you are different sort of persons; you are too earnest and beautiful to be impure19; and you shall sit side by side between L. E. L. and our own Alice Cary. And Chatterton! poor boy Chatterton! I'll place you in that shadowy corner of the book-case, where the sunshine never comes!" So Daisy made merry or sad, as the case might be, over her lover's few volumes; and when she had arranged them to suit her capricious self, she kissed her hand to Tom Hood20, and locked them all--poets, romancers, and historians--in the black, sombre old book-case. Our friend Daisy was in one of those playful, half-childish moods, which came upon her not unfrequently. Now she looked around the room for some other piece of useful mischief21 to do. She would turn over Mortimer's papers. Ah, what made her blush and laugh so prettily then? It was only a sheet of note-paper, on which Mortimer, in a dreamy moment, had written her name innumerable times--for know, good world, that true love takes the silliest ways to express itself. Now she was curious. She stood thoughtfully, with a small morocco case in her hand. The reader has seen it once in Flint's office. An undefined feeling stole over her; and it was some time before she thought of opening the case. She did so, however, and took from it a pearl necklace of rare design and workmanship. The necklace was in three parts, linked together by exquisitely22 carved clasps, from the largest of which hung a [Illustration: Cross] composed of smaller and more costly23 pearls. "How beautiful!" and she grew more thoughtful. Something within her recognized the jewels. It was not her sight, it was not her touch, but an intuitive something which is finer and subtler than either. "I have seen this somewhere--somewhere," she said; "but where?" And she closed her eyes, as if the sunlight blinded some timid memory that was stealing through her brain. Her fancy painted pictures of strange places and things. Now she saw a country-house, among cool, quiet trees; then a man dying--some one she loved--but who? Now she was in a large city, and heard the rumbling24 of wheels and confused voices. Now the snow was coming down, flake25 after flake, and everything was white; then it was night--dark, stormy, and dreadful--and she was cold, bitter cold! Some one had left her in the white, clinging snow, and she was freezing! Daisy opened her eyes. The snow and wind were gone, and April's sunny breath blew shadows through the open window. The house, the death, the storm--how were they connected with the string of pearls? And Daisy held the necklace on her finger-tips and wondered. "Somewhere, somewhere--but where?" Daisy could not tell where. "I may have seen one like it," Daisy thought. "Perhaps this was Bell's, and these stones may have rested many a time on her little neck. I wish I had known Bell!" With this she placed the necklace in the case again, and tears gathered in her eyes, she knew not why.
"Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean."
She laid the box in the place where she had found it, and thought she would not speak to Mortimer of the necklace; he might be displeased26 to have her touch it. Her gaiety had given place to sadness, and when she knelt by Mortimer's chair she could not help sobbing27. Mortimer awoke and bent28 over her. "What, weeping, Daisy?"
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