"Now, you know I have told you everything what to do for Nora; and by-and-by, I suppose, old Dinah will come, as old Jovial promised; and maybe she"ll stay and "tend to the gal and the child; "twon"t hurt her, you know, "cause n.i.g.g.e.rs aint mostly got much character to lose. There, child, take up your money; I wouldn"t take it from you, no more"n I"d pick a pocket. Good-by."
Hannah would have thrown the money after the dame as she left the hut, but that Nora"s dulcet tones recalled her:
"Hannah, don"t!"
She hurried to the patient"s bedside; there was another rising of the waves of life; Nora"s face, so dark and rigid a moment before, was now again soft and luminous.
"What is it, sister?" inquired Hannah, bending over her.
"Don"t be angry with her, dear; she did all she could for us, you know, without injuring herself--and we had no right to expect that."
"But--her cruel words!"
"Dear Hannah, never mind; when you are hurt by such, remember our Saviour; think of the indignities that were heaped upon the Son of G.o.d; and how meekly he bore them, and how freely he forgave them."
"Nora, dear, you do not talk like yourself."
"Because I am dying, Hannah. My boy came in with the rising sun, and I shall go out with its setting."
"No, no, my darling--you are much better than you were. I do not see why you should die!" wept Hannah.
"But I do; I am not better, Hannah--I have only floated back. I am always floating backward and forward, towards life and towards death; only every time I float towards death I go farther away, and I shall float out with the day."
Hannah was too much moved to trust herself to speak.
"Sister," said Nora, in a fainter voice, "I have one last wish."
"What is it, my own darling?"
"To see poor, poor Herman once more before I die."
"To forgive him! Yes, I suppose that will be right, though very hard,"
sighed the elder girl.
"No, not to forgive him, Hannah--for he has never willingly injured me, poor boy; but to lay my hand upon his head, and look into his eyes, and a.s.sure him with my dying breath that I know he was not to blame; for I do know it, Hannah."
"Oh, Nora, what faith!" cried the sister.
The dying girl, who, to use her own words, was floating away again, scarcely heard this exclamation, for she murmured on in a lower tone, like the receding voice of the wind:
"For if I do not have a chance of saying this to him, Hannah--if he is left to suppose I went down to the grave believing him to be treacherous--it will utterly break his heart, Hannah; for I know him, poor fellow---he is as sensitive as--as--any--." She was gone again out of reach.
Hannah watched the change that slowly grew over her beautiful face: saw the grayness of death creep over it--saw its muscles stiffen into stone--saw the lovely eyeb.a.l.l.s roll upward out of sight--and the sweet lips drawn away from the glistening teeth.
While she thus watched she heard a sound behind her. She turned in time to see the door pushed open, and Herman Brudenell--pale, wild, haggard, with matted hair, and blood-shot eyes, and shuddering frame--totter into the room.
CHAPTER XII.
HERMAN"S STORY.
Thus lived--thus died she; never more on her Shall sorrow light or shame. She was not made, Through years of moons, the inner weight to bear, Which colder hearts endure "til they are laid By age in earth: her days and pleasures were Brief but delightful--such as had not stayed Long with her destiny; but she sleeps well By the sea-sh.o.r.e, whereon she loved to dwell.
--_Byron_.
Hannah arose, met the intruder, took his hand, led him to the bed of death and silently pointed to the ghastly form of Nora.
He gazed with horror on the sunken features, gray complexion, upturned eyes, and parted lips of the once beautiful girl.
"Hannah, how is this--dying?" he whispered huskily.
"Dying," replied the woman solemnly.
"So best," he whispered, in a choking voice.
"So best," she echoed, as she drew away to the distant window. "So best, as death is better than dishonor. But you! Oh, you villain! oh, you heartless, shameless villain! to pa.s.s yourself off for a single man and win her love and deceive her with a false marriage!"
"Hannah! hear me!" cried the young man, in a voice of anguish.
"Dog! ask the judge and jury to hear you when you are brought to trial for your crime! For do you think that I am a-going to let that girl go down to her grave in undeserved reproach? No, you wretch! not to save from ruin you and your fine sisters and high mother, and all your proud, shameful race! No, you devil! if there is law in the land, you shall be dragged to jail like a thief and exposed in court to answer for your bigamy; and all the world shall hear that you are a felon and she an honest girl who thought herself your wife when she gave you her love!"
"Hannah, Hannah, prosecute, expose me if you like! I am so miserable that I care not what becomes of me or mine. The earth is crumbling under my feet! do you think I care for trifles? Denounce, but hear me! Heaven knows I did not willingly deceive poor Nora! I was myself deceived! If she believed herself to be my wife, I as fully believed myself to be her husband."
"You lie!" exclaimed this rude child of nature, who knew no fine word for falsehood.
"Oh, it is natural you should rail at me! But, Hannah, my sharp, sharp grief makes me insensible to mere stinging words. Yet if you would let me, I could tell you the combination of circ.u.mstances that deceived us both!" replied Herman, with the patience of one who, having suffered the extreme power of torture, could feel no new wound.
"Tell me, then!" snapped Hannah harshly and incredulously.
He leaned against the window-frame and whispered:
"I shall not survive Nora long; I feel that I shall not; I have not taken food or drink, or rested under a roof, since I heard that news, Hannah. Well, to explain--I was very young when I first met her---"
"Met who?" savagely demanded Hannah.
"My first wife. She was the only child and heiress of a retired Jew-tradesman. Her beauty fascinated an imbecile old n.o.bleman, who, having insulted the daughter with "liberal" proposals, that were scornfully rejected, tempted the father with "honorable" ones, which were eagerly accepted. The old Jew, in his ambition to become father-in-law to the old earl, forgot his religious prejudices and coaxed his daughter to sacrifice herself. And thus Berenice D"Israeli became Countess of Hurstmonceux. The old peer survived his foolish marriage but six months, and died leaving his widow penniless, his debts having swamped even her marriage portion. His entailed estates went to the heir-at-law, a distant relation--"
"What in the name of Heaven do you think I care for your countesses! I want to know what excuse you can give for your base deception of my sister," fiercely interrupted Hannah.
"I am coming to that. It was in the second year of the Countess Hurstmonceux"s widowhood that I met her at Brighton. Oh, Hannah, it is not in vanity; but in palliation of my offense that I tell you she loved me first. And when a widow loves a single man, in nine cases out of ten she will make him marry her. She hunted me down, ran me to earth--"
"Oh, you wretch! to say such things of a lady!" exclaimed the woman, with indignation.
"It is true, Hannah, and in this awful hour, with that ghastly form before me, truth and not false delicacy must prevail. I say then that the Countess of Hurstmonceux hunted me down and run me to earth, but all in such feminine fashion that I scarcely knew I was hunted. I was flattered by her preference, grateful for her kindness and proud of the prospect of carrying off from all compet.i.tors the most beautiful among the Brighton belles; but all this would not have tempted me to offer her my hand, for I did not love her, Hannah."
"What did tempt you then?" inquired the woman.