"Would you like me to sleep on the sofa in your room, madam?"
"Yes, no--yes, oh, yes."
"I will bring a shawl, and wrap it round me and lie down."
"No, don"t, nurse, don"t. I must not yield to this nameless thing. I must--I will be brave. And the child, my own little child, will comfort me."
"What is the nameless thing, dear madam?"
"I cannot--I won"t speak of it. Esther, are you--are you _going_?"
"Certainly not, Mrs. Wyndham. I mean, not yet."
"That is right. Take this chair; warm yourself. Esther. I don"t look on you as an ordinary nurse. Long ago I used to be so much interested in you."
"It was very kind of you, madam; young ladies, as a rule, have no time to interest themselves in poor girls."
"But I had plenty of time, and did interest myself. My father was always so much attached to yours. I was an only child and you were an only child. I used to wonder if you and your father cared for each other as pa.s.sionately, as loyally, as I and my father cared."
"I don"t know that, madam; we did love each other. Our love remains unchanged. True love ought never to change, ought it?"
"It ought never to change," repeated Mrs. Wyndham. Her face grew white, her lips trembled. "Sometimes true love is killed by a blow," she said suddenly. Then her expression changed again, she tried to look cheerful. "I won"t talk any more. I am sleepy, and that nest near baby looks inviting. Good-night, dear nurse."
"Let me undress you, ma"am. Let me see you in your nest beside the child."
"No. Go now. Or rather--rather--_stay a moment or two longer_. Esther, had you ever the heartache?"
"There are a few women, madam, who don"t know what the heartache means."
"I suppose that is true. Once I knew nothing about it. Esther, you are lucky never to have married."
Esther Helps made no response.
"To marry--to love--and then to lose," dreamily murmured Mrs. Wyndham.
"To love, and then to lose. Esther, it is a dreadful thing to be a widow, when you are young."
"But the widow can become a wife again," suddenly replied Esther.
The words seemed forced from her lips; she was sorry the moment she had uttered them.
Mrs. Wyndham opened her big eyes wide.
"I suppose the widows who can become wives again have not lost much,"
she responded in a cold voice.
Then she moved over to the bedside and began to undress.
A few moments later Esther left her. She felt puzzled, perplexed, unhappy. She had no key to the thoughts which were pa.s.sing in her mistress" mind. Her impression was that Valentine loved Carr, but felt a certain shame at the fact.
The next evening the vicar of St. Jude"s called again. He came hurriedly to the door, ran up the stairs without being shown the way, and entered Valentine"s presence with a brisk step. Esther leant over the banisters to watch him as he entered the drawing-room. It was half-past nine when he arrived; he had been conducting a prayer meeting and was later than usual.
The drawing-room door was shut on the two, and Esther, who had been sitting with the child, now crept softly downstairs and entered a small bedroom at the back of the drawing-room. This bedroom also looked on the street. It was the room occupied by Lilias when she visited her sister-in-law. Esther closed the door softly behind her. The room was dark. She went up to the window and looked eagerly up and down the gaily-lighted street.
She could distinguish no words, but the soft murmur of voices came to her through the drawing-room wall.
"You are better to-night?" said Carr, in a cheery, confident tone; "although you took it upon yourself to disobey me."
"I could not go to the prayer-meeting. I could not."
"Well, well, you must act as you think best; only I don"t think staying at home is the best thing for you."
"Oh, I shan"t get over-nervous; and Lilias is coming to me next week."
Carr"s eyes brightened.
"That is good," he said. "Well, I must not stay. I just looked in for a moment. I knew you would not let these superst.i.tious fears get the better of you. Good-night."
He held out his hand. Valentine put hers behind her.
"No," she said; "you always stay until past ten. It was at ten o"clock last night----" She trembled--more words would not come.
"And I will stay until past ten to-night," responded Carr resuming his seat. "Now, don"t look at the clock. Turn your thoughts to me and my affairs. So Miss Wyndham comes here next week?"
"She does."
"Shall I put everything to the test, then?"
Valentine"s face grew bright.
"Oh how earnestly I wish you would," she cried, clasping her hands.
"Do you, indeed? Then you must think there is some chance for me. The fact is, Mrs. Wyndham, I am the veriest coward that ever breathed. If I win, I win for ever. I mean that I am made, body, soul, and spirit. If I lose, I think morally I shall go under. A main spring will be broken which has kept me right, kept my eyes looking upwards ever since I knew your sister Lilias."
"But even if she refuses you, you will live on," said Valentine, in a dreamy voice. "We often have to live on when the main spring is broken.
We creep instead of running, that is all."
"Now you are getting gloomy again. As your spiritual adviser I cannot permit it. You have put a daring thought into my head, and you are bound to think of me, not yourself, at present. Will you sing something to me before I go? You know Lilias" song of triumph; you taught it to her. Sing it to me to-night, it will be a good omen."
Valentine hesitated for a moment. Then she went over to the piano and opened it. Her fingers touched one or two chords tremblingly. Suddenly she stopped, her face worked. She looked at Carr with a piteous expression.
"I cannot sing the triumph song," she said, "it is not in me. I should do it no justice. This must take its place. But it is not for you, remember. Oh, no, I pray G.o.d never for you. Listen, don"t scold me afterwards. Listen."
Her fingers ran over the keys, her voice swelled and filled the room:--
"The murmur of the mourning ghost That keeps the shadowy kine.
Oh, Keith of Ravelston.
The sorrows of thy line!