""Oh! it is--"
"Then the gipsy broke in. "It is a love philter--something that will make her sweetheart tender and faithful--would the senorita like to buy one?"
"I turned my eyes on Zillah; she was still pale, and trembled visibly.
With her magnificent eyes cast down, and her whole figure bowed as if by some invisible power, she seemed to deprecate my scorn or anger. I was angry. What did she want with the philter in her hand--to whom was it applicable?
""Foolish, ignorant girl," I said. "So it was for this poor fraud you wanted money. Zillah, I thought you had more sense?"
"The girl stood up more firmly. It seemed as if a load had dropped from her shoulders. She gave a sharp laugh, and said "I know it, young mistress. It is a folly--but I could not help it--the gipsies have such power--and I may never see them again. Don"t tell of me, they will laugh so?""
CHAPTER LV.
BURDENED WITH A SECRET.
"I turned away without answering, only ordering Zillah to have done with such nonsense, and go to her mistress. She walked on a little behind me, with more meekness than was natural to her; but I was troubled with a sort of dread, which nothing in the circ.u.mstances could explain.
"It was all natural enough. In the name of heaven, what had I suspected?
I did not know--I do not now! but I felt faint and sick with some horrible dread, to which I could give neither name or reason.
""Miss Mabel," said Zillah, coming to my side. "I suppose you think I told you a story this morning."
""Yes," I said, "I saw you give that money to the old woman."
""I was ashamed to tell you what I really wanted, for fear you would laugh at me," she replied, "I never do tell the least bit of a fib that I"m not found out."
""That ought to teach you not to tell any," I said, rather severely.
""Indeed I don"t, Miss Mabel--unless it"s about some foolishness like this. I"m not a big story teller--don"t think I am."
""I shall not unless you force me to," I answered. "Come, we must find your mistress now."
"I walked quickly on, and she followed me in silence. Once I glanced back at her--there was an expression on her face which puzzled me, yes, almost made me afraid. I could imagine Clytemnestra holding her midnight watch, with a face like that--Lady Macbeth waiting for her husband"s return, with eyes like those--oh, I had grown so fanciful and silly during those past days.
"We found Mr. James Harrington with his mother, who was just driving away in the carriage.
"When it came back, I saw him return to the Eatons, who seemed to occupy him entirely. Feeling myself completely unregarded, I wandered off by myself, interested in the strange people that surrounded me.
"I looked about and found that I had lost sight of the whole party. I was not frightened, because the fair grounds were in full view, and I could find my way back easily enough, but I was a little amazed to think that my presence had been of so little consequence to the gentlemen of the party, that I had been permitted to steal away unnoticed.
"I walked on among the tents--n.o.body looked at me unpleasantly or spoke rudely to me, and when my first feeling of pique had subsided, I was not sorry to have an opportunity of examining more closely these strange and incomprehensible people who, during so many ages, have kept up their distinctive manners and customs, as much a mystery now as when they first made their appearance among the inhabitants of Europe.
"Such picturesque looking men, lazily basking in the noon-tide sun--such groups of lovely children, that would have sent Murillo into ecstacies--such beautiful girls, whose every movement had a willowy, sensuous grace that the women of no other people ever possessed--weird, witch-like old crones, with such depths of wickedness in their fiery eyes, that in looking at them one could easily have believed in the old-time evidence of those who made bargains for their souls with the Evil One. On I wandered, sometimes stopping to admire the children, or speak a few words to the young girls.
"While I was thus occupied, James Harrington joined me, and began speaking of his mother.
""She is getting worse," he said, "and I can do nothing for her. It seems as if the presence of this slave girl has a baleful influence on every one she approaches!"
"I looked at him wonderingly. Why had he opened that subject with me. I had no wish to discuss it, even in reference to his mother. Before I could answer him, General Harrington and the Eatons joined us, and we all walked back to the hotel together.
"I went at once to Mrs. Harrington"s room. She was lying on a couch near the window, with her hands clasped, and her eyes closed; but I saw the lids quivering, and discovered heavy tears dropping one by one, on the cushion beneath her head.
""Are you so ill," I said, sitting down on the edge of the couch and kissing her troubled forehead.
""Ill!" she sobbed, lifting both arms toward my neck, like an unhappy child, "Oh Mabel, my heart is broken. I shall never, never be well again!"
"She trembled all over, and seemed ready to go into convulsions in my arms.
""What is it," I said. "What could have happened to distress you so?"
"She looked into my face so helplessly, that my soul yearned toward her.
""Tell me, oh tell me of the trouble, for it _is_ trouble, and nothing else," I said, holding her close in my arms, for I felt that we were fellow-sufferers, and that my heart must ache with something more painful than sympathy.
"She began to tremble again, and clung closer to me.
""It was foolish. I did wrong, but who would have thought what would follow. I--I saw him going toward that large tent, where the music was.
Zillah had gone in just before, while I was buying some embroidery of a woman. You had all walked on--I wanted to speak with Zillah, and followed him."
""Go on," I said, as well as the pain at my heart would permit of speech--for she stopped suddenly, and made a faint effort to leave the clasp of my arms. "Go on, you cannot feel this more than I do."
""Ah, you love me so, thank G.o.d for that."
""And you can trust me, I would not speak of this, dear friend, to a living soul, not to save my own life."
""It is not that, Mabel, but I have loved him so,--been so proud of him.
Never, till this day, have I known what it was to suspect any one dear to me. Now it is not suspicion, but certainty. He loves her, Mabel! My own servant! I saw her clinging to his arm, while those wild girls were dancing before them. I heard him tell her how much more beautiful she was than any woman he had ever seen. Don"t look at me so wildly, Mabel!
I cannot repeat the words, but they are buried in here."
""And you heard this, there is no mistake."
""Mistake, oh if there could be!"
""Still this man is--"
""I know it--the shame and disgrace must be buried here. I dare not speak of it, dare not reproach him--for there is one who loves me so dearly that he would take revenge, and there might be bloodshed as well as perfidy. Oh Mabel, I am glad you did not make yourself a slave by loving as I wished. All this is terrible."
""Yes," I said hoa.r.s.ely, "It is terrible, but it does not take me by surprise."
""Then you have suspected something--oh Mabel, keep that girl away from me. I will be silent, I will do anything a good woman ought, but the sight of her will be too great a torment."
"I promised to keep Zillah away if that were possible, without giving a reason, and again pledged my word to hold all that she had said, secret as the grave. But I went to my own room, fell upon the bed, and pa.s.sed into an agony of jealous shame.
"During the last two weeks Mrs. Harrington is much worse. All her old complaints have come back, and she lies upon her sofa all day long, weary and languid. Nothing can equal the devotion of her husband; as for the son, his attentions are unremitting; does he guess why she is so much worse, and is he striving by kindness to silence her unspoken reproaches? She gives no sign of the trouble that is sapping away her life, not a word has pa.s.sed between us since that day. The Eatons have left us. The atmosphere of a sick room disturbs them. Worse and worse--alas! I greatly fear this gentle lady will never leave Seville alive. The last remnant of strength seems to be dying out of that fragile form.
"Zillah is most attentive--always by her door--always ready to be of service, yet I loathe and fear the girl. There are times when her eyes have a look that makes me shudder, and I long to remove that pale, gentle creature from her care. But, strange enough, General Harrington has taken a singular liking to the girl, and insists upon it that no one can prepare his wife"s medicines, or soothe her, so well. Poor lady, she must submit, or destroy all her husband"s respect for the son who has wounded her so.