"I will tell you all I can, Gwladys, the rest I must keep to myself, even though you should spurn me and cast me from you to-morrow, for I have promised one who is dearer to me than life itself, and nothing shall make me break that promise. Gwladys, I have loved, but--but I have lost."
"I know very little of the world," said Gwladys, speaking in cold tones, "and still less of men; but the little I know of them has made me despise them. Three times I have been sought in marriage, and three times I have found something dishonourable in the men who said they loved me. Love! What do men know of love? Fortunately my heart was untouched; but you, Valmai, have been weaker. I see it all--oh! to my sorrow I see it all! You have believed and trusted, and you have been betrayed? Am I right?"
"Yes, and no; I have loved and I have trusted, but I have not been betrayed. He will come back to me, Gwladys--I know he will, some time or other--and will explain the meaning of this long silence. Meanwhile I must go on bearing and waiting."
"Look into my eyes, Valmai," said Gwladys, kneeling once more before her sister.
And Valmai looked full into the blue orbs, the counterpart of her own, with fearless, open gaze.
"Now speak," said Gwladys, taking her sister"s hand, and holding it on her own fast-beating heart; "now tell me, here as we kneel together before the All-seeing G.o.d and His holy angels, do you know of any reason why we two, when we have dropped these bodies, should not stand in equal purity before the Throne of G.o.d?"
"Before G.o.d there is none! Of course, Gwladys, my heart is full of the frailties and sin belonging to our human nature; but I understand what you mean; and again I say, there is none!"
"I will believe you, darling," said her sister, throwing her arms around her, "I will believe you, dearest; I will take you into my warm heart, and I will cling to you for ever!"
"But I must go, Gwladys; I want to find some home where I can make myself useful, and where I can fill my mind and hands with work until--until--"
"Until when, dear?" said Gwladys.
Valmai rose with a troubled face and tearful eyes, and, stretching out her hands, she gazed over them into the far distance, with a dreamy look which gradually changed into a brightening smile.
"Until the happy future comes! It will come some day, Gwladys, and then you will be glad you trusted your sister."
"Then to-night, dear," said Gwladys, "we will bury the last eighteen months. I will never think of them or allude to them until you choose to enlighten me. One thing only, Valmai," she added, "forget _that man_--learn to despise him as I do; here is the fourth on my list! Let us go to bed, dear; we are both tired."
And the two sisters were soon sleeping side by side, so much alike in every feature and limb, that no one looking at them would have been able to distinguish one from the other.
"What a strange thing," said Mrs. Power, a few days afterwards, as they roamed about the grounds together, "that the Merediths should have written to me just the day before you came! My dear, I think it will be a delightful home for you. True, Mifanwy is an invalid, and you will be her companion; but then they are advised to amuse her as much as possible, and she sees a good deal of life, often going about from one place to another. Let me see! they will get my letter to-morrow, and I have no doubt they will write by return of post; but we can"t spare you for a month, dear. You know you promised us that!" And the old lady purred on, walking between the twins, and much interested in her plans.
"Yes, indeed," said Valmai, "I shall be thankful for such a situation; it is just what I would have chosen for myself, whatever."
""Whatever" and "indeed" so often is very Welshy, my love," said Mrs.
Power, with a sniff of disapproval.
"Yes, I am afraid, indeed," said the girl; "but you should have heard me two years ago. I could scarcely speak any English then!"
"Well, my dear, I hope Gwladys won"t catch your Welsh accent; but the Merediths have it very strongly themselves."
"Oh! I hope they will like me," said Valmai. "I must not count my chickens before they are hatched!"
But they were hatched, and in this matter everything turned out well for Valmai.
The Merediths, who lived in an adjoining county, had for some time been looking out for a companion for their eldest and invalid daughter.
They were delighted, therefore, when Mrs. Besborough Power"s letter arrived telling them of Gwladys"s meeting with her twin-sister, and of the latter"s desire to find some situation of usefulness; and in less than a month Valmai was domiciled amongst them, and already holding a warm place in their regard.
Mifanwy opened her heart to her at once, and seemed every day to revive under the influence of her bright companionship; and her parents, delighted with the change which they began to perceive in their daughter, heaped kindnesses and attention upon Valmai, who was soon looked upon as one of the family; even Gwen and Winifred, the two younger girls, taking to her in a wonderful manner.
Yes! Valmai was outwardly happy and fortunate. She hid from every eye the sorrow which lay at the bottom of her heart like a leaden weight, and little did those around her guess that every night, in the privacy of her own room, she drew from her bosom a plain gold ring, and, laying it on the bed before her, prayed over it with clasped hands and streaming eyes.
Gwladys and she corresponded very regularly, and she frequently went to Carne for a few days" change when Mifanwy was well enough to spare her; always regretted by the whole family when she left, and warmly welcomed when she returned.
CHAPTER XVI.
DISPERSING CLOUDS.
Two months had slipped away, and still Charles Williams remained a patient in the Westlake Hospital at Sydney. At length, after a consultation of the doctors, it was proposed that he should be consigned to the workhouse infirmary.
"We can"t keep him here forever," said Dr. Emerton; "and as all the beds will be wanted with this outbreak of diphtheria, I see nothing else to be done."
"Well," said Dr. Belton, "I am deeply interested in his case, and if you agree, I will take him under my own particular charge. You know I have a few rooms set apart for such cases in my house at Brookmere. I will take him there, and see what I can do for him."
"Very kind of you, I am sure," said Dr. Emerton. "You can afford that sort of thing--I can"t. I should have sent him to the infirmary, where he would be under Dr. Hutchinson"s care; but, of course, he will be better off in your private hospital."
And one day in the following week, Dr. Belton took home with him the invalid, whose case he had already described to his wife and children, so that when the stooping figure emerged from the carriage leaning heavily on the arm of the nurse who accompanied him, he was received with kindness and warmth, Mrs. Belton herself meeting him with outstretched hands of welcome.
"Very glad to see you, Mr. Williams. You will soon get better here, I think."
Cardo looked at her with no intelligence in his eyes. "Yes, thank you," was all he said, as he pa.s.sed with his nurse into the bright, cosy room relegated to the use of the patients, who were so fortunate, or so unfortunate as to arouse more than usual interest in Dr. Belton"s mind.
"Now, nurse," said the doctor, "give him a good tea, and a little of that cold quail, and after tea I will come and have a chat with him."
Later on in the evening he kept his word and found Cardo sunk in the depths of an arm-chair, watching with lack-l.u.s.tre eyes, while the Dr."s two boys tried their skill at a game of bagatelle.
"Well, Williams, and how are you now? tired, eh?" he asked.
"Yes," said Cardo, turning his eyes upon the doctor with a look of bewilderment, which reminded him of the look of dumb inquiry in the eyes of a troubled dog.
"You will like this better than the hospital I am sure. Do you love children?"
"No," was Cardo"s laconic reply, at which the doctor smiled.
He tried many subjects but failed to get any further answer than "yes"
or "no." Most men would have been discouraged when several weeks pa.s.sed over, and still his patient showed very little signs of improvement. It is true, now he would answer more at length, but he was never heard to volunteer a remark, though he sat for hours in what looked like a "brown study," in which probably only indistinct forms and fantastic shapes pa.s.sed before his mind"s eye. And latterly the doctor too had frequently been observed to fall into a reverie, while his eyes were fixed on Charles Williams"s motionless att.i.tude. After much thought, he would sit beside his patient and try to interest him in something going on around him.
Indeed, Cardo"s gentle ways, together with his handsome person, had endeared him to all who came in contact with him, and there was not one in the house, from the cook in the kitchen to Dr. Belton"s youngest child, who would not have rejoiced to see health restored to the invalid.
One evening, when Jack, a boy of twelve, returned from school, he came bounding into the room in which Cardo sat with his eyes fixed on a newspaper, which he had not turned nor moved for an hour, Sister Vera sitting at the window with her work.
"See, Mr. Williams," said the boy, "what Meta Wright gave me, some gilded gingerbread! isn"t it pretty? I have eaten a pig and a lamb--now there is a ship for you."
Cardo put down the paper, and taking the gingerbread in his thin fingers, looked at it with eyes that gradually filled with tears.
"Gingerbread?" he said, looking next at the boy, "gilded gingerbread in the moonlight!"
Sister Vera"s eyes and ears were instantly on the alert, while she made a sign of silence to the boy.