Then the watcher approaches the patient's pillow, and sees a new and strange moulding of the familiar features, feels at once that the insufferable moment draws nigh, knows that it is God's will his idol8 shall be broken, and bends his head, and subdues9 his soul to the sentence he cannot avert10 and scarce can bear.
Happy Mrs. Pryor! She was still praying, unconscious that the summer sun hung above the hills, when her child softly woke in her arms. No piteous, unconscious moaning—sound which so wastes our strength that, even if we have sworn to be firm, a rush of unconquerable tears sweeps away the oath—preceded her waking. No space of deaf apathy11 followed. The first words spoken were not those of one becoming estranged13 from this world, and already permitted to stray at times into realms foreign to the living. Caroline evidently remembered with clearness what had happened.
"Mamma, I have slept so well. I only dreamed and woke twice."
385Mrs. Pryor rose with a start, that her daughter might not see the joyful14 tears called into her eyes by that affectionate word "mamma," and the welcome assurance that followed it.
For many days the mother dared rejoice only with trembling. That first revival15 seemed like the flicker16 of a dying lamp. If the flame streamed up bright one moment, the next it sank dim in the socket17. Exhaustion18 followed close on excitement.
There was always a touching19 endeavour to appear better, but too often ability refused to second will; too often the attempt to bear up failed. The effort to eat, to talk, to look cheerful, was unsuccessful. Many an hour passed during which Mrs. Pryor feared that the chords of life could never more be strengthened, though the time of their breaking might be deferred20.
During this space the mother and daughter seemed left almost alone in the neighbourhood. It was the close of August; the weather was fine—that is to say, it was very dry and very dusty, for an arid21 wind had been blowing from the east this month past; very cloudless, too, though a pale haze22, stationary23 in the atmosphere, seemed to rob of all depth of tone the blue of heaven, of all freshness the verdure of earth, and of all glow the light of day. Almost every family in Briarfield was absent on an excursion. Miss Keeldar and her friends were at the seaside; so were Mrs. Yorke's household. Mr. Hall and Louis Moore, between whom a spontaneous intimacy24 seemed to have arisen—the result, probably, of harmony of views and temperament—were gone "up north" on a pedestrian excursion to the Lakes. Even Hortense, who would fain have stayed at home and aided Mrs. Pryor in nursing Caroline, had been so earnestly entreated25 by Miss Mann to accompany her once more to Wormwood Wells, in the hope of alleviating26 sufferings greatly aggravated27 by the insalubrious weather, that she felt obliged to comply; indeed, it was not in her nature to refuse a request that at once appealed to her goodness of heart, and, by a confession28 of dependency, flattered her amour propre. As for Robert, from Birmingham he had gone on to London, where he still sojourned.
So long as the breath of Asiatic deserts parched29 Caroline's lips and fevered her veins30, her physical convalescence31 could not keep pace with her returning mental tranquillity32; but there came a day when the wind ceased to sob33 at the386 eastern gable of the rectory, and at the oriel window of the church. A little cloud like a man's hand arose in the west; gusts34 from the same quarter drove it on and spread it wide; wet and tempest prevailed a while. When that was over the sun broke out genially35, heaven regained36 its azure37, and earth its green; the livid cholera-tint had vanished from the face of nature; the hills rose clear round the horizon, absolved38 from that pale malaria-haze.
Caroline's youth could now be of some avail to her, and so could her mother's nurture39. Both, crowned by God's blessing40, sent in the pure west wind blowing soft as fresh through the ever-open chamber41 lattice, rekindled42 her long-languishing energies. At last Mrs. Pryor saw that it was permitted to hope: a genuine, material convalescence had commenced. It was not merely Caroline's smile which was brighter, or her spirits which were cheered, but a certain look had passed from her face and eye—a look dread44 and indescribable, but which will easily be recalled by those who have watched the couch of dangerous disease. Long before the emaciated45 outlines of her aspect began to fill, or its departed colour to return, a more subtle change took place; all grew softer and warmer. Instead of a marble mask and glassy eye, Mrs. Pryor saw laid on the pillow a face pale and wasted enough, perhaps more haggard than the other appearance, but less awful; for it was a sick, living girl, not a mere43 white mould or rigid46 piece of statuary.
Now, too, she was not always petitioning to drink. The words, "I am so thirsty," ceased to be her plaint. Sometimes, when she had swallowed a morsel47, she would say it had revived her. All descriptions of food were no longer equally distasteful; she could be induced, sometimes, to indicate a preference. With what trembling pleasure and anxious care did not her nurse prepare what was selected! How she watched her as she partook of it!
Nourishment48 brought strength. She could sit up. Then she longed to breathe the fresh air, to revisit her flowers, to see how the fruit had ripened49. Her uncle, always liberal, had bought a garden-chair for her express use. He carried her down in his own arms, and placed her in it himself, and William Farren was there to wheel her round the walks, to show her what he had done amongst her plants, to take her directions for further work.
William and she found plenty to talk about. They had a dozen topics in common—interesting to them, unimportant387 to the rest of the world. They took a similar interest in animals, birds, insects, and plants; they held similar doctrines50 about humanity to the lower creation, and had a similar turn for minute observation on points of natural history. The nest and proceedings51 of some ground-bees, which had burrowed52 in the turf under an old cherry-tree, was one subject of interest; the haunts of certain hedge-sparrows, and the welfare of certain pearly eggs and callow fledglings, another.
Had Chambers's Journal existed in those days, it would certainly have formed Miss Helstone's and Farren's favourite periodical. She would have subscribed53 for it, and to him each number would duly have been lent; both would have put implicit54 faith and found great savour in its marvellous anecdotes55 of animal sagacity.
This is a digression, but it suffices to explain why Caroline would have no other hand than William's to guide her chair, and why his society and conversation sufficed to give interest to her garden-airings.
Mrs. Pryor, walking near, wondered how her daughter could be so much at ease with a "man of the people." She found it impossible to speak to him otherwise than stiffly. She felt as if a great gulf56 lay between her caste and his, and that to cross it or meet him half-way would be to degrade herself. She gently asked Caroline, "Are you not afraid, my dear, to converse57 with that person so unreservedly? He may presume, and become troublesomely garrulous58."
"William presume, mamma? You don't know him. He never presumes. He is altogether too proud and sensitive to do so. William has very fine feelings."
And Mrs. Pryor smiled sceptically at the naïve notion of that rough-handed, rough-headed, fustian-clad clown having "fine feelings."
Farren, for his part, showed Mrs. Pryor only a very sulky brow. He knew when he was misjudged, and was apt to turn unmanageable with such as failed to give him his due.
The evening restored Caroline entirely59 to her mother, and Mrs. Pryor liked the evening; for then, alone with her daughter, no human shadow came between her and what she loved. During the day she would have her stiff demeanour and cool moments, as was her wont60. Between her and Mr. Helstone a very respectful but most rigidly388 ceremonious intercourse61 was kept up. Anything like familiarity would have bred contempt at once in one or both these personages; but by dint62 of strict civility and well-maintained distance they got on very smoothly63.
Towards the servants Mrs. Pryor's bearing was not uncourteous, but shy, freezing, ungenial. Perhaps it was diffidence rather than pride which made her appear so haughty64; but, as was to be expected, Fanny and Eliza failed to make the distinction, and she was unpopular with them accordingly. She felt the effect produced; it rendered her at times dissatisfied with herself for faults she could not help, and with all else dejected, chill, and taciturn.
This mood changed to Caroline's influence, and to that influence alone. The dependent fondness of her nursling, the natural affection of her child, came over her suavely65. Her frost fell away, her rigidity66 unbent; she grew smiling and pliant67. Not that Caroline made any wordy profession of love—that would ill have suited Mrs. Pryor; she would have read therein the proof of insincerity—but she hung on her with easy dependence68; she confided69 in her with fearless reliance. These things contented70 the mother's heart.
She liked to hear her daughter say, "Mamma, do this;" "Please, mamma, fetch me that;" "Mamma, read to me;" "Sing a little, mamma."
Nobody else—not one living thing—had ever so claimed her services, so looked for help at her hand. Other people were always more or less reserved and stiff with her, as she was reserved and stiff with them; other people betrayed consciousness of and annoyance71 at her weak points. Caroline no more showed such wounding sagacity or reproachful sensitiveness now than she had done when a suckling of three months old.
Yet Caroline could find fault. Blind to the constitutional defects that were incurable72, she had her eyes wide open to the acquired habits that were susceptible73 of remedy. On certain points she would quite artlessly lecture her parent; and that parent, instead of being hurt, felt a sensation of pleasure in discovering that the girl dared lecture her, that she was so much at home with her.
"Mamma, I am determined74 you shall not wear that old gown any more. Its fashion is not becoming; it is too strait in the skirt. You shall put on your black silk every afternoon. In that you look nice; it suits you. And you shall have a black satin dress for Sundays—a real satin,389 not a satinet or any of the shams75. And, mamma, when you get the new one, mind you must wear it."
"My dear, I thought of the black silk serving me as a best dress for many years yet, and I wished to buy you several things."
"Nonsense, mamma. My uncle gives me cash to get what I want. You know he is generous enough; and I have set my heart on seeing you in a black satin. Get it soon, and let it be made by a dressmaker of my recommending. Let me choose the pattern. You always want to disguise yourself like a grandmother. You would persuade one that you are old and ugly. Not at all! On the contrary, when well dressed and cheerful you are very comely77 indeed; your smile is so pleasant, your teeth are so white, your hair is still such a pretty light colour. And then you speak like a young lady, with such a clear, fine tone, and you sing better than any young lady I ever heard. Why do you wear such dresses and bonnets78, mamma, such as nobody else ever wears?"
"Does it annoy you, Caroline?"
"Very much; it vexes79 me even. People say you are miserly; and yet you are not, for you give liberally to the poor and to religious societies—though your gifts are conveyed so secretly and quietly that they are known to few except the receivers. But I will be your lady's-maid myself. When I get a little stronger I will set to work, and you must be good, mamma, and do as I bid you."
And Caroline, sitting near her mother, rearranged her muslin handkerchief and resmoothed her hair.
"My own mamma," then she went on, as if pleasing herself with the thought of their relationship, "who belongs to me, and to whom I belong! I am a rich girl now. I have something I can love well, and not be afraid of loving. Mamma, who gave you this little brooch? Let me unpin it and look at it."
Mrs. Pryor, who usually shrank from meddling80 fingers and near approach, allowed the license81 complacently82.
"Did papa give you this, mamma?"
"My sister gave it me—my only sister, Cary. Would that your Aunt Caroline had lived to see her niece!"
"Have you nothing of papa's—no trinket, no gift of his?"
"I have one thing."
"That you prize?"
390"That I prize."
"Valuable and pretty?"
"Invaluable83 and sweet to me."
"Show it, mamma. Is it here or at Fieldhead?"
"It is talking to me now, leaning on me. Its arms are round me."
"Ah, mamma, you mean your teasing daughter, who will never let you alone; who, when you go into your room, cannot help running to seek for you; who follows you upstairs and down, like a dog."
"Whose features still give me such a strange thrill sometimes. I half fear your fair looks yet, child."
"You don't; you can't. Mamma, I am sorry papa was not good. I do so wish he had been. Wickedness spoils and poisons all pleasant things. It kills love. If you and I thought each other wicked, we could not love each other, could we?"
"And if we could not trust each other, Cary?"
"How miserable84 we should be! Mother, before I knew you I had an apprehension85 that you were not good—that I could not esteem86 you. That dread damped my wish to see you. And now my heart is elate because I find you perfect—almost; kind, clever, nice. Your sole fault is that you are old-fashioned, and of that I shall cure you. Mamma, put your work down; read to me. I like your southern accent; it is so pure, so soft. It has no rugged87 burr, no nasal twang, such as almost every one's voice here in the north has. My uncle and Mr. Hall say that you are a fine reader, mamma. Mr. Hall said he never heard any lady read with such propriety88 of expression or purity of accent."
"I wish I could reciprocate89 the compliment, Cary; but, really, the first time I heard your truly excellent friend read and preach I could not understand his broad northern tongue."
"Could you understand me, mamma? Did I seem to speak roughly?"
"No. I almost wished you had, as I wished you had looked unpolished. Your father, Caroline, naturally spoke12 well, quite otherwise than your worthy90 uncle—correctly, gently, smoothly. You inherit the gift."
"Poor papa! When he was so agreeable, why was he not good?"
"Why he was as he was—and happily of that you, child,391 can form no conception—I cannot tell. It is a deep mystery. The key is in the hands of his Maker76. There I leave it."
"Mamma, you will keep stitching, stitching away. Put down the sewing; I am an enemy to it. It cumbers your lap, and I want it for my head; it engages your eyes, and I want them for a book. Here is your favourite—Cowper."
These importunities were the mother's pleasure. If ever she delayed compliance91, it was only to hear them repeated, and to enjoy her child's soft, half-playful, half-petulant urgency. And then, when she yielded, Caroline would say archly, "You will spoil me, mamma. I always thought I should like to be spoiled, and I find it very sweet." So did Mrs. Pryor.
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88 propriety | |
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89 reciprocate | |
v.往复运动;互换;回报,酬答 | |
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90 worthy | |
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91 compliance | |
n.顺从;服从;附和;屈从 | |
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