""I know it. I am sorry now--but I could not help it. We cannot always put down wicked feelings. But you are sure that the mistress is better--getting well?"
"I was a little conscience-stricken by the thought that there had been slight Christian feeling in the admonition I had given her, and so found nothing to say, except that I was sure Mrs. Harrington was almost quite well.
""Are we going to stay here long, Miss Mabel?" she asked, following me, "now that she is so much better--quite well--did you say quite well, young mistress."
""I don"t know--perhaps, since Mrs. Harrington seems so much benefited by the air. The doctor considers her almost cured--there is only the weakness to overcome now. You can see how the color has come back to her face, yourself, Zillah."
"Zillah gave a little groan, and staggered back against the wall, pressing her hand on her heart. She was deathly white, and her face was convulsed with pain.
""Are you sick?" I demanded, really frightened, "What is the matter, Zillah?"
""Nothing--nothing," she gasped. "Let me sit down a minute--only a pain. I"m not very strong yet, young mistress."
"She sank on a lounge that stood in the corridor, and covered her face with her hand. We were near my room, so I ran in there and got a gla.s.s of water and carried it to her.
""Drink a little," I said.
"The creature"s hand shook so that she could scarcely hold the goblet, but the tremor pa.s.sed quickly.
""Thank you, young mistress," she said, with a humility that displeased me, because it looked like acting. "It is not the thing for you to wait on me."
""Are you better?" I asked.
""Yes--yes--well now! I think it was only joy--my dear, dear mistress! I have this queer pain lately when I am taken of a sudden. It will go away by and by; I"m going to lie down--mayn"t I, Miss Mabel?"
"It was absurd to ask the question--the girl had always done just as she pleased.
""You know that you can," I said.
""If my mistress wants me, I"ll come at once--I want to do everything for her now. I"m quite well--quite strong."
"She got up from the lounge and walked down the corridor, but her step was unsteady and faltering. I was sorry for her, but my repugnance, my absolute repulsion toward the beautiful creature was only increased, though I could not have told why.
"Even her affection for her mistress seemed so exaggerated, that I could not believe it. Oh, I was growing very hard and wicked. I reproached myself bitterly, but the strange distrust would not be overcome.
"There is a fair in Seville, where many curious and beautiful things are offered for sale. This morning the Eatons were urgent that we should go.
Some of the Rommany gipsies, from Grenada, had camped on the ground, and Lucy was dying to have her fortune told. Did the silly wish affect me? Was I weak enough to cover a latent desire to consult these strange people under the pretence of obliging Lucy Eaton? I fear so. In the restless state of mind which disturbed me, I was willing to fly even to absurdities for relief. Mrs. Harrington, greatly to my astonishment, consented to go with us. James protested a little against this, for she had not been so well for a day or two, and he feared the fatigue; but she, too, had a curiosity to see the gipsies, and protested that she could do well enough. If they had any fears, Zillah should go with us; and if she got weary, the carriage could take them back to the hotel, and return.
"No one objected to this arrangement, which delighted Zillah inexpressibly. The girl had been out a good deal since her arrival, especially after the fair commenced. Once or twice I had seen her come in with traces of strange excitement in her face and manner. She gave no account of herself, when questioned, more than to say she had been out to see the town; but I, who watched her closely in spite of myself, saw that she was pale, silent and preoccupied, for hours after these excursions.
"This morning she came to me in a quiet, mysterious manner, which seemed to spring out of suppressed excitement, and hesitating like a bashful child, asked me to give her a little money. She wanted to buy some ribbons for her hair, she said, but hated to ask the master or mistress for money. The Spanish servants had a way of braiding the hair down the back, and knotting it with bows of ribbon. She wanted to surprise the mistress by the length of her own hair, that was why she came to me for money.
"I gave her a napoleon, and in doing so my hand touched hers. It was cold as snow, and shook nervously as I laid the gold in her palm. This agitation surprised me, and I looked suddenly in her face to read the cause there; but her eyes were cast down, and, but for a cold whiteness about the mouth, I should have seen but little difference from her usual manner.
""Zillah," I said, "what is the matter that you look so white?"
"She started and cast a frightened look upon me, while a rush of crimson swept her face like a stormy sunset.
""So white?" she stammered. "Do I look white?" Then she added quickly, with a faded smile, so evidently forced that it was unpleasant to me, "Miss Mabel forgets how ill I have been; I am not strong yet, and it doesn"t take much to tire me--I suppose I ran down stairs too quick."
"She slipped the gold I had given her into her bosom, and thanking me again for it, started away down the corridor. I had risen and was moving to the door, intending to go to Mrs. Harrington"s room to speak to her for a moment, when Zillah came back.
""Miss Mabel," she said, speaking like a person who had been running, "I want to say something to you--don"t be anxious, may be it is only my foolishness--but I"m afraid the dear mistress isn"t so well as you have all thought."
""What makes you think that, Zillah?"
""This morning, when I was dressing her, she had one of her old faint attacks, but she made me promise not to tell. Oh! Miss Mabel, I was so frightened--that was what made me look so strange when I came up. I can"t bear to think of it! My mistress, my dear mistress!"
"She was wringing her hands in a wild agitation that was not feigned, and I did all that I could to comfort her, though this sad news unnerved me almost as much as herself."
CHAPTER LIV.
BEHIND THE GIPSIES" TENT.
"Soon after Zillah left me, a servant came to announce that the carriage was ready. I found the whole party a.s.sembled in the salon, Zillah waiting outside the door. I never remember to have seen Mrs. Harrington in such spirits as she was that morning; she looked so young and pretty, too, that it seemed impossible that she could be the mother of that handsome, proud-looking man. We drove through the streets, away out of the town, to the place where the fair was held. It was an odd, picturesque sight, with the gaily decorated booths, the crowds of quaintly dressed men and women, the noise and laughter.
"There was a throng gathered about a puppet-show, somewhat like the English Punch and Judy, shrieking with laughter like so many children; a group of girls consulting an old fortune-teller; pretty peasant girls from the hills slily listening to compliments from the town gallants, evidently to the great indignation of their country swains; in short, every way we turned, some picture that would have been a treasure to any great artist, met the eye, and all so strange and picturesque, that I became more interested than I had thought possible.
"The Gipsies were grouped in a green lane just on the outskirts of the fair. I had seen persons in my own country who claimed to be these people, but they were as unlike the pure Rommany gipsies as races of men could be. These people were thin, wiry and keen; their features, in most instances, finely cut, and the expression of their countenances full of sharp intelligence. They had pitched a double line of tents, where the elder women were busy selling drinks, and frying cakes, which they sold hot from an iron cauldron full of simmering fat, out of which the smoking cakes were lifted with a skimmer, as customers wanted them. The young girls of the tribe hovered around the doors of the tents, or were grouped in a larger tent, dancing for money, at the behest of any stranger who cared to amuse himself by their wild and eccentric movements.
"We were told that these dances were not always such as ladies would care to witness, and so avoided the great tent, and gave ourselves up to the swarms of women who were eager to tell our fortunes, or steal our purses, as the case might be. In the midst of this confusion, Mrs.
Harrington took hold of my arms in a wild, agitated way, whispering that she was tired, and would like to go home.
"I looked around for Zillah, but she had disappeared, and the gentlemen, just at the moment, were out of sight.
""Sit here," I said, leading Mrs. Harrington into one of the tents, "while I go in search of some one who can tell me where the carriage is."
"Mrs. Harrington sat down, white and faint, both Mrs. Eaton and her daughter came to her and offered help. I left Lucy fanning the gentle lady, and went into the lane in search of Zillah, though her mistress, made a faint effort to prevent it. As I turned a corner of the lane, two women who stood a little apart from the road, near the back of one of the tents, struck me as familiar. They stood upon the turf, and were talking earnestly. One held something in her hand, which she looked down upon, now and then, as she talked. After a moment, I became sure that one of these persons was Zillah, and went toward her. The turf on which I walked gave forth no sound, and I moved close to the girl before she could be aware of my presence. That moment a small phial pa.s.sed from the hand of that old gipsy woman to that of Zillah, who held the little flask up to the light, and examined it curiously, speaking in a quick, abrupt way, in Spanish.
"I could not distinguish the meaning, she spoke so rapidly. When the gipsy answered, I caught the word _Droa_, uttered under the breath two or three times. The woman seemed to be giving some directions; she spoke almost in a whisper, and I saw the long bony hand clutch Zillah"s arm, as if to impress what she was saying more forcibly upon the girl"s attention. Then I saw Zillah hand the piece of gold I had given her that morning, to the woman, while she asked other questions in a whisper.
""Zillah!"
"The girl fairly leaped from the ground, and uttered a sharp scream, as if I had struck her to the heart.
""Zillah, what is this? Why are you so terrified?" She had drawn back towards the tent, grasping the phial close in her hands; then with her wild eyes on my face, and her features locked in gray whiteness, she stood a full minute staring at me in dumb terror. At last, she faltered out, "Miss, Miss Crawford, how--how you frightened me. I--I am so nervous."
""But there is nothing to make you nervous, Zillah. I only came to say that your mistress wishes to go home."
""Oh! I am ready--I am ready, but--but when did you get here? We--we were talking--"
""About something you had in your hand. What is it, Zillah?"
"I saw the girl"s slender fingers close spasmodically on the phial, and the dead whiteness returned to her face.