My life you ask for? You must know
My little life can ne’er be told;
Though I am but a few years old.
A. A. Proctor.
A week went by without bringing any answer to Lilith’s application.
She scarcely expected to receive one, indeed. She was becoming inured2 to disappointment, for, in fact, she had known nothing else in connection with her efforts to obtain employment.
She was beginning to despair of success in this line of enterprise, and even to contemplate3 the possibility of remaining with Mrs. Downie for an indefinite time, and of becoming useful to her in some good way.
Lilith thanked Heaven that the rigor4 of her desolate5 doom6 was tempered with mercy in the person of Aunt Sophie. She was beginning to love the sweet old lady, with that satisfying affection which is born of esteem7 and perfect trust. Lilith knew that whatever evil fortune should be in store for her, it would 90not be the loss of Aunt Sophie’s motherly care and protection.
She knew if she were to become quite penniless, and should be stricken with a long and tedious illness, that Aunt Sophie would never permit her to be sent to a public hospital, but would nurse her tenderly and skillfully at home.
And this was the dear woman at whom some people—not many, to the credit of human nature, be it said—had sneered8, as too plain, homely9 and ignorant in looks, speech and manner, ever to have been fit for a minister’s wife, though she was a minister’s widow.
These people little know that all the spare money of the two widows—William Downie’s mother and Sophie Wood’s mother—had gone by mutual10 agreement to educate Willy, leaving Sophie to get what benefit she could out of the village school, which could never cure her of the quaint11, old-fashioned, ungrammatical talk she had learned at her mother’s knee and used all her life.
As for Lilith, she loved this homely speech, for it reminded her of her own country neighborhood, and she loved every peculiarity12 of the dear unselfish creature—even the carelessness of her dress, whose only redeeming13 quality was its perfect cleanliness, and the disorder14 of her fine, thin gray hair, which was as well disheveled as if it had been attended to by a fashionable hairdresser—because all these revealed in the active, industrious15 woman, not laziness or idleness, but utter self-forgetfulness in the constant service of others.
But she was growing old, and Lilith wondered if in the failure of all her efforts to obtain employment, and in the possible necessity of her having to remain with Aunt Sophie, whether she might not help her in some substantial manner; as to learn to keep the 91house, do the marketing16, cast up the accounts and pay the bills.
It was Lilith’s inspiration always to be useful.
It was late on Saturday evening that Lilith was sitting alone in the front parlor17, all her fellow-lodgers being absent from the house or at work in their rooms, when the postman, on his last round for the night—and the week—rang the door bell.
It happened that Aunt Sophie answered the summons. There was a little parley18 at the door, and finally the old lady came in with a letter in her hand, which she held out to Lilith, saying:
“Here, my dear, see if this is for you. The carrier is waiting to know. You see it is directed to the house all right, and the number and street all right, but the name is all wrong, if it is for you; though it is so like your name that it must be for you.”
Lilith took the letter and looked at the superscription:
“Elizabeth Wyvil.”
“Yes, Aunt Sophie, this is for me, and I think it must be in answer to my application,” she said.
“Very well, my dear; I will go and tell the man,” replied the old lady, as she went again to the front door to explain the case and dismiss the postman.
“Now then, dearie, is the answer favorable?” she inquired, as she returned and took a seat beside Lilith, who sat at the centre table reading her letter by the light of the gasalier.
“It is favorable; if it were not, you know, I should never have received it. Advertisers, I suppose, do not take the trouble to write rejections,” replied Lilith.
“No, I reckon not, especially as in every case I have heard there are hundreds of applications for one place. Well, dearie, has the widow lady decided19 to engage you?”
92“No, not decided; she has only appointed an interview with me on Monday at twelve noon, at the Constellation20 Hotel.”
“Oh!”
“But that, you know, is very hopeful.”
“Yes, I reckon it is. Well, honey, I hope you will find her a good, kind friend; but who is she, my dearie? Ah! here they come!”
Several of the boarders entered the parlor, and cut short the speech of Aunt Sophie.
It was very short, merely acknowledging the receipt of the applicant’s letter, and asking for a personal interview at the time and place already specified23.
Of course Lilith would keep the appointment and accept the position if it should be offered to her.
But, she asked herself, would she be justified24 in leaving the country, without first informing her husband and giving him the opportunity of seeking a reconciliation25 with her, should he desire to do so?
“I never loved you. I married you only to please my dying father. In a very few hours I shall leave this house, never to return while you desecrate26 it with your presence!”
These words came back to her in all their fierce, bitter, scornful cruelty. “Came back to her?” They had never left her. They smouldered in her memory always, and only blazed up in a fiery27 heat at the very thought of seeking any notice from the husband who had contemptuously cast her out; but whom—oh, woe—she still so deeply, so painfully loved.
No! he had turned her off, and she must not call his attention to herself in any manner. She must let him go his way, untroubled by her. As for herself, she could live—even in pain and sorrow—until she should be called away to the land of peace.
93Lilith had ample time and opportunity for reflection between that Saturday night and the Monday noon when she was to wait on her possible future employer. So it was after mature deliberation that she decided to enter the service of the lady advertiser, supposing that she should be permitted to do so.
On Monday morning she set out to walk to the hotel. She arrived a few minutes before the appointed hour and sent up her card by a porter.
While she waited in the reception-room, many questions arose in her mind.
Who was this German baroness28 who had advertised for a lady traveling companion, and had appointed this meeting with her, and with a view to engaging her services?
Was she old, sickly, melancholy29, ill-tempered and exacting30, as Aunt Sophie, in her tender anxiety for Lilith’s happiness, had feared that she might be?
Or was she young, handsome and fashionable?
While Lilith was anxiously considering these questions, the door opened and a little old gentleman, dressed in clerical black, and having a little, round, gray head like a silver ball and a fresh, rosy33 face like a baby’s, came bowing into the room, walked up to Lilith, and bowing politely, said:
Lilith arose, trembling, bowed, and followed her conductor to the elevator, which in a few seconds brought them to the second floor.
Here the old gentleman took her out, along a handsomely furnished hall to a pair of folding black walnut35 doors, beside which sat a servant out of livery, who arose and opened them for the visitor to enter.
94Lilith found herself in a spacious36 apartment, whose first impression was of gloom and splendor37. Rich, heavy curtains vailed three lofty front windows; but between their openings long needles of light struck here and there on glowing crimson38 velvet39, or gilded40 cornices or framework, tall mirrors, elegant vases, filled with rare and fragrant41 exotics, glimpses of rare pictures, statues, stands of every graceful42 form, and seats of every luxurious43 make, and under all a carpet that
“Stole all noises from the feet.”
Shadow flecked with gleams of splendor; silence softly moved by the sighing of an invisible Eolian harp44; cool air just slightly fragrant with the delicate breath of fresh, living flowers.
A pleasing awe45, as of entering a chapel46 of the olden time, of incense47 and artistic48 decoration, crept over Lilith.
As her eyes became accustomed to the religious gloom, she saw the figure of a lady rise slowly from one of the reclining chairs and stand waiting to receive her—a lady of majestic49 beauty and grace, whose perfect form was clothed from head to foot in a closely fitting, rich black velvet trained dress, without trimming or ornament50 of any kind; and whose beautiful head was crowned with an aureole of golden hair, which her widow’s cap but half concealed51.
Lilith approached and courtesied involuntarily as to a queen, so much did the grand beauty of this lady impress her imagination.
“Madame, I have the honor to bring you mademoiselle,” said the old gentleman, bowing.
Lilith courtesied again, and glanced up at the lady’s face—a beautiful face—somehow suggestive of the surroundings, shadow and splendor—perfect features, a brilliant blonde complexion52, dark, glorious eyes, and 95golden-hued hair, the radiant beauty of the whole enhanced by the dead black of the mourning robe.
“Le Grange, you may retire,” said the lady.
And the old gentleman, with another bow, withdrew.
The lady resumed her seat, and by a courteous53 motion of her hand invited Lilith to take another near her.
“You are much younger than I expected to find you, Miss Wyvil,” said the lady, when both were seated.
“I am not Miss Wyvil, madame,” said Lilith, who, since her marriage, had always written herself Elizabeth Wyvil Hereward, but who, having been forbidden by her husband to retain his name, meant to obey him by dropping it, yet who wished to avoid deception54 in representing herself to be an unmarried girl.
The lady looked somewhat surprised, gazed wistfully at the speaker for a few seconds, and then said:
“You are very young to be a widow.”
“I am nearly eighteen, madame,” said Lilith, without deeming it necessary to enter into farther explanations—for was she not, indeed, “a widow in fate, if not in fact?”
“And you look even younger than that. When did you lose——” the lady began to question, but seeing Lilith trembling and turning pale, she desisted, and after a little pause she turned the conversation.
“Mrs. Wyvil, I have had about two hundred answers to my advertisement for a companion. These have taken myself and my private secretary, Monsieur Le Grange, about a week to get through with examining, although at about two-thirds of the letters we only glanced to see that they were written by utterly55 incompetent56 persons, who could not, indeed, write a fair, legible hand or compose a grammatical 96sentence. Of the other third we selected about a dozen persons, whom we saw, in turn, by appointment during the week. None of them—not one of them—suited me. Several were evidently in bad health, fitter for an infirmary than for any other place. Several others, though they were fair English scholars, had little or no knowledge of other languages; and the others were so unlovely in looks and manner that I could not think of one of them as a companion. Your letter was one of the last I received, and you are the very last with whom I have appointed an interview. Your letter made a favorable impression on me, and your appearance has deepened it,” concluded madame, who had evidently given these details only to afford Lilith the opportunity of recovering her composure.
Lilith bowed in respectful acknowledgment.
“The objection, as yet, seems to be your youth,” continued the lady.
“As another in my case said: ‘It is a fault that must mend daily,’ madame,” replied Lilith.
The lady smiled. She had a rare, brilliant, beautiful smile.
“You are apt at repartee57 and quotation,” she said. “But now, about your knowledge of modern languages. I can see that you have all the other requirements.”
“I am familiar with the languages mentioned in your advertisement, madame, and I have testimonials from professors to that effect.”
“I would rather judge for myself. You will find writing materials on that table near your left hand. Translate and write out for me there, in the languages required, this text, which is the anchor of hope for the Christian58:
“‘For God so loved the world that He gave His only 97begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting59 life.’”
Lilith went and sat down at the table, took a sheet of note paper and wrote slowly, and with some pauses for recollection and selection, until she had completed her task, and filled a page of note paper, which she brought and gave to the lady.
She smiled, bowed, and read as follows:
“Car Dieu a tellement aime le monde, qu’il a donne son Fils unique, afin que quiconque, croit en lui ne perisse point, mais, qu’il la vie eternelle.
“Perciocche Iddio ha tanta amato il mando, c’egli ha dato il suo unigenito Figliuola acciocche chiunque crede in lui non perisca, ma abbia eita eterna.
“Porque de tal manera amo Deos al mundo que hayo dado, a su Hijo unigenito; para que todo aquel que en el creyere, no ce pierda, mas tenga vida eterna.”
“I think these will do, Mrs. Wyvil. I am not a very accomplished60 linguist61, but I will submit these specimens62 to Professor Le Grange for his opinion,” said the lady, as she touched a golden timbre63 at her side.
The door opened, and the man whom Lilith had seen in the hall appeared.
“Request Monsieur Le Grange to come here,” said the lady.
The man disappeared, and was succeeded by the little, round-bodied Frenchman.
“Monsieur, will you have the goodness to glance over these translations, and give me your opinion of them?” inquired the lady, handing the paper to the professor, who bowed—he spent half his time in the presence of his employer in bowing—looked over 98the page, then read it carefully, and returned it, saying:
“The translations are correct, madame.”
“Thank you, monsieur. That will do.”
“Now, Mrs. Wyvil, there remains65 but to ask for your references—a mere22 matter of form, my dear, for believe me I am very favorably inclined towards you.”
Lilith’s face flushed as she answered:
“I have such testimonials as I brought from college at the end of my last and graduating term. I have no other referees66, except a lady of Baltimore, who gave me permission to use her name. She is a Mrs. Ponsonby, of Calvert Street, in that city, and she is frequently in New York here, where she has a married daughter, Mrs. Saxony, of —— Street.”
“Oh! I know them both—mother and daughter. I have met them in Washington and at Newport. They will do quite well,” said the lady, cordially.
“But, madame,” said Lilith, as the painful flush deepened in her cheek, “I don’t know Mrs. Saxony at all, and very little of Mrs. Ponsonby except that—that—that—she took me up on faith—and——”
“That does not matter. I can trust Mrs. Ponsonby; and, my dear, I can trust your candid67, truthful68 face. Are you equally satisfied with me?”
“Oh, madame!” said Lilith, deprecatingly.
“Then we have only to speak of salary—twelve hundred dollars a year, paid quarterly. Are the terms satisfactory?”
“Oh, madame, they are very munificent69. The salary is very much larger than I expected.”
“It is not too large for one of your accomplishments70, who is, besides, required to quit her country—to expatriate herself, perhaps, for years.”
99“I expect to sail on the first of June. Can you be ready by that time?”
“I never loved you.... I shall leave this house, never to return while you desecrate it with your presence.” As these stinging words arose in her memory, she roused herself and answered, firmly:
“Yes, madame, I shall be quite ready.”
“Very well, my dear. Your duties will be very light—almost merely nominal73. I wanted a young, pretty, accomplished and agreeable companion. I did not expect to find one. But I have found one in you. I will not detain you longer at present. Come in at this time to-morrow, if you please, and we will talk further,” said the lady, rising.
“One moment, if you will pardon me, madame, I have not yet the honor of knowing the name of the lady to whom my services are pledged,” said Lilith.
“Now is that possible? Well, my dear, if you were better acquainted with the world you would know one thing about me—that I am a very unbusinesslike individual,” said the lady, as she placed a card in the hands of her companion.
Lilith bowed and read: Baroness Von Bruyin.
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desolate
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homely
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disorder
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parley
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constellation
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