"Berenice! You here! Is it you? Oh, Heaven have pity on us!"
"Phoebe, go and find out the housekeeper, explain who I am, and have my luggage taken up to my apartment. Then order tea in this room," said the lady, perhaps with the sole view of getting rid of her attendant; for as soon as the latter had withdrawn she threw oft her bonnet, went to the overwhelmed young man, sat down beside him, put her arms around him, and drew his head down to meet her own, as she said, caressingly:
"You did not expect me, love? And my arrival here overcomes you."
"I thought you had been killed in that railway collision," came in hoa.r.s.e and guttural tones from a throat that seemed suddenly parched to ashes.
"Poor Herman! and you had rallied from that shock of grief; but was not strong enough to sustain a shock of joy! I ought not to have given you this surprise! But try now to compose yourself, and give me welcome. I am here; alive, warm, loving, hungry even! a woman, and no specter risen from the grave, although you look at me just as if I were one! Dear Herman, kiss me! I have come a long way to join you!" she said, in a voice softer than the softest notes of the cushat dove.
"How was it that you were not killed?" demanded the young man, with the manner of one who exacted an apology for a grievous wrong.
"My dearest Herman, I came very near being crushed to death; all that were in the same carriage with me perished. I was so seriously injured that I was reported among the killed; but the report was contradicted in the next day"s paper."
"How was it that you were not killed, I asked you?"
"My dearest one, I suppose it was the will of Heaven that I should not be. I do not know any other reason."
"Why did you not write and tell me you had escaped?"
"Dear Herman, how hoa.r.s.ely you speak! And how ill you look! I fear you have a very bad cold!" said the stranger tenderly.
"Why did you not write and tell me of your escape, I ask you? Why did you permit me to believe for months that you were no longer in life?"
"Herman, I thought surely if you should have seen the announcement of my death in one paper, you would see it contradicted, as it was, in half a dozen others. And as for writing, I was incapable of that for months!
Among other injuries, my right hand was crushed, Herman. And that it has been saved at all, is owing to a miracle of medical skill!"
"Why did you not get someone else to write, then?"
"Dear Herman, you forget! There was no one in our secret! I had no confidante at all! Besides, as soon as I could be moved, my father took me to Paris, to place me under the care of a celebrated surgeon there.
Poor father! he is dead now, Herman! He left me all his money. I am one among the richest heiresses in England. But it is all yours now, dear Herman. When I closed my poor father"s eyes my hand was still too stiff to wield a pen! And still, though there was no longer any reason for mystery, I felt that I would rather come to you at once than employ the pen of another to write. That is the reason, dear Herman, why I have been so long silent, and why at last I arrive so unexpectedly. I hope it is satisfactory. But what is the matter, Herman? You do not seem to be yourself! You have not welcomed me! you have not kissed me! you have not even called me by my name, since I first came in! Oh! can it be possible that after all you are not glad to see me?" she exclaimed, rising from her caressing posture and standing sorrowfully before him. Her face that had looked pale and sad from the first was now convulsed by some pa.s.sing anguish.
He looked at that suffering face, then covered his eyes with his hands and groaned.
"What is this, Herman? Are you sorry that I have come? Do you no longer love me? What is the matter? Oh, speak to me!"
"The matter is--ruin! I am a felon, my lady! And it were better that you had been crushed to death in that railway collision than lived to rejoin me here! I am a wretch, too base to live! And I wish the earth would open beneath our feet and swallow us!"
The lady stepped back, appalled, and before she could think of a reply, the door opened and Mrs. Brudenell, who had been, awakened by the disturbance, sailed into the room.
"It is my mother!" said the young man, struggling for composure. And rising, he took the hand of the stranger and led her to the elder lady, saying:
"This is the Countess of Hurstmonceux, madam; I commend her to your care."
And having done this, he turned and abruptly left the room and the house.
CHAPTER IX.
THE VICTIM.
Good hath been born of Evil, many times, As pearls and precious ambergris are grown, Fruits of disease in pain and sickness sown, So think not to unravel, in thy thought, This mingled tissue, this mysterious plan, The Alchemy of Good through Evil wrought.
--_Tupper_.
"But one more day, Hannah! but one more day!" gayly exclaimed Nora Worth, as she busied herself in setting the room in order on Friday morning.
"Yes, but one more day in any event! For even if the weather should change in this uncertain season of the year, and a heavy fall of snow should stop Mrs. Brudenell"s journey, that shall not prevent Mr.
Brudenell from acknowledging you as his wife on Sunday! for it is quite time this were done, in order to save your good name, which I will not have longer endangered!" said the elder sister, with grim determination.
And she spoke with good reason; it was time the secret marriage was made public, for the young wife was destined soon to become a mother.
"Now, do not use any of these threats to Herman, when he comes this morning, Hannah! Leave him alone; it will all be right," said Nora, as she seated herself at her spinning-wheel.
Hannah was already seated at her loom; and there was but little more conversation between the sisters, for the whir of the wheel and the clatter of the loom would have drowned their voices, so that to begin talking, they must have stopped working.
Nora"s caution to Hannah was needless; for the hours of the forenoon pa.s.sed away, and Herman did not appear.
"I wonder why he does not come?" inquired Nora, straining her eyes down the path for the thousandth time that day.
"Perhaps, Nora, the old lady has been blowing him up, also," suggested the elder sister.
"No, no, no--that is not it! Because if she said a word to him about his acquaintance with me, and particularly if she were to speak to him of me as she spoke to me of myself, he would acknowledge me that moment, and come and fetch me home, sooner than have me wrongly accused for an instant. No, Hannah, I will tell you what it is: it is his mother"s last day at home, and he is a.s.sisting her with her last preparations," said Nora.
"It may be so," replied her sister; and once more whir and clatter put a stop to conversation.
The afternoon drew on.
"It is strange he does not come!" sighed Nora, as she put aside her wheel, and went to mend the fire and hang on the kettle for their evening meal.
Hannah made no comment, but worked on; for she was in a hurry to finish the piece of cloth then in the loom; and so she diligently drove her shuttle until Nora had baked the biscuits, fried the fish, made the tea, set the table, and called her to supper.
"I suppose he has had a great deal to do, Hannah; but perhaps he may get over here later in the evening," sighed Nora, as they took their seats at the table.
"I don"t know, dear; but it is my opinion that the old lady, even if she is too artful to blow him up about you, will contrive to keep him busy as long as possible to prevent his coming."
"Now, Hannah, I wish you wouldn"t speak so disrespectfully of Herman"s mother. If she tries to prevent him from coming to see me, it is because she thinks it her duty to do so, believing of me as badly as she does."
"Yes! I do not know how you can breathe under such a suspicion! It would smother me!"
"I can bear it because I know it to be false, Hannah; and soon to be proved so! Only one day more, Hannah! only one day!" exclaimed Nora, gleefully clapping her hands.
They finished their supper, set the room in order, lighted the candle, and sat down to the knitting that was their usual evening occupation.
Their needles were clicking merrily, when suddenly, in the midst of their work, footsteps were heard outside.
"There he is now!" exclaimed Nora gayly, starting up to open the door.