"No, I shan"t," said Rachel, in a feeble voice, trying to raise her head; "it was only a sudden dizziness. I often have it when my head aches, only to-day it was worse than usual."
"Lie still there," said Julia, as they led her to the sofa, "and keep perfectly quiet; I"ll go call Miss Christine."
"No! no!" cried Rachel, jumping up, but sinking back again as the sudden movement sent her head whizzing round; "please don"t; she has gone up to give cook her medicine, and indeed I shall be better soon."
"I won"t call her, if you"ll promise to go to bed as soon as you are able to walk."
"Well, I will," answered Rachel. "I can go in a few minutes; would you mind asking Florence to come here?"
Sarah ran off to get Florence, and Julia sat down by Rachel, bathing her head with cold water. Marion went on quietly putting away the dishes; only now and then glancing at the white face in such fearful contrast with its surroundings of black hair and dress.
Florence came in, and, as soon as Rachel was able, helped her up to her room, where she laid down on the bed without undressing, hoping to feel well enough to go down to tea; but that was out of the question; her head grew worse instead of better, and at last Florence insisted upon calling Miss Christine.
When Miss Christine came up, she told Marion to take Rachel into Miss Stiefbach"s room, and help her to undress at once, while she went to get some hot water in which to bathe her feet. Very soon Rachel was in bed, and begged Miss Christine to "go away and not mind her, for she knew she should feel all right in the morning."
But of this Miss Christine did not feel at all sure; the deadly pallor of Rachel"s face had been succeeded by a bright red spot in each cheek, and the palms of her hands were burning hot. Leaving Florence to sit with her friend, she went down to attend to her other duties. She went into the dining-room to set the tea-table; but Marion and Sarah were there before her.
"How is Rachel?" asked Sarah; "do you think she is going to be ill?"
"I hope not; indeed I think not, for you know she often has these dreadful headaches; still she has a bad sore throat, and seems feverish.
I almost wish Miss Stiefbach had not gone."
"It was too bad," said Sarah; "just now when everybody is sick! I don"t see why that lady had to send for her!"
"Well, my dear, she could not possibly know that it was not convenient for us to have Miss Stiefbach away, and she wanted to see her about something very important; it could not be helped. I dare say everything will come out right in the end. I must go now and help Bridget, or she will get discouraged. O Marion," she said, as she was about to leave the room, "will you please sleep with Rose? She"ll be afraid to sleep alone, and I have put Rachel into Miss Stiefbach"s room, where I can be near her if she should want anything in the night."
"Oh, I don"t want to," replied Marion, much to Miss Christine"s surprise. "Rose kicks awfully. Ask Florence."
"Will she be any less likely to kick Florence than you?" asked Miss Christine, quietly.
"No, I suppose not; but you know Florence won"t mind, as long as it"s for Rachel."
"And you would, I am sorry to say."
"I suppose it"s no use for me to offer," said Sarah, "for that would leave Jennie all alone, and she"s an awful coward."
"No, I thank you," said Miss Christine, as she left the room; "I will ask Florence."
Marion said nothing; she went on setting the table and talking to Sarah, never in any way alluding to Rachel, and doing her best not to think of her, or reproach herself for having treated her so unkindly; but no matter what she did, she could not stifle the voice of conscience, and its whisperings were far from pleasant to hear.
That night, as she went up to bed, her better nature prompted her to step into Rachel"s room, and ask her if she felt any better; but "No,"
she said to herself, "she will think it"s all hypocrisy, and I won"t do it."
She hurried and undressed herself as quickly as possible, so that she was already in bed when Florence came in to get her night-clothes to carry into Rose"s room; but she did not speak or open her eyes. Florence moved round as quietly as possible, getting her things together, and then stepping to the bedside stooped down and kissed her friend; but Marion did not speak or move; so Florence, thinking she was asleep, turned out the gas, and left the room. When she was gone Marion buried her head in the pillow, and wept bitter, bitter tears.
It was a long time before she went to sleep, and then her rest was disturbed by frightful dreams; she thought the house was on fire; that she was safe, but Rachel and Florence were in the attic, where no one could reach them, and they must burn to death while she stood looking on.
She awoke with a start, to see a bright light in the entry; springing out of bed, she ran to the door just as Miss Christine, with a candle in her hand, and a wrapper over her night-dress was pa.s.sing by.
"O Miss Christine," she cried, in an excited whisper, "is the house on fire?"
"No, indeed, dear, nothing of the sort; but Rachel is very ill, and I am going down to make her some lemonade. Won"t you please put something on, and go in and sit with her? I cannot bear to leave her alone."
Marion did not stop to answer; but running back into her room, threw a shawl over her shoulders, and hastily thrusting her feet into her slippers, hurried into Miss Stiefbach"s room. There was only a dim light in the chamber. Marion went up to the bed, and, leaning over, called Rachel by name; but she made no answer, only moaned feebly, and tossed her arms over her head, rolling her great black eyes from side to side.
"Rachel," said Marion, thoroughly frightened, "don"t you know me?"
The voice seemed to rouse her, for she started up, and looked fixedly at Marion; then putting her hands before her eyes, as if to shut out some horrible sight, she cried, in a hoa.r.s.e voice, "Go away! go away! you hate me! you hate me! you"re going to kill me!"
Marion shuddered, for she knew Rachel must be delirious; she tried to soothe her, but the sound of her voice only seemed to make her more excited. She seemed to have a vague idea who she was, and that she was there to do her harm. Once she sat up in bed, and, laying her hand on Marion"s arm, said in the most grieved, beseeching tone, "What makes you hate me so? I never did you any harm."
Marion, with tears in her eyes was about to speak, when suddenly the tender, supplicating expression left Rachel"s face, and one of intense horror and grief took its place, as she grasped Marion"s arm tightly with one hand, stretching out her other arm, and pointing into a dark corner of the room, exclaiming, in a voice that made her companion shudder from head to foot: "See! see! you see they"re taking it off!
they"re taking it off! don"t you see? It"s my father! O father! father!"
she wailed, stretching out her arm as if entreating some person seen only by herself, "don"t leave me; for there"ll be no one to love me then. I"m all alone! all alone! all alone!"
Marion"s tears fell thick and fast, as the exhausted girl threw herself back on the pillow and sobbed aloud; every unkind thought, every cold glance, and every act of neglect which she had shown the poor, desolate creature beside her pictured itself before her. Remorse was doing its work, and her greatest fear was that Rachel would die while yet delirious, and before she had an opportunity to ask her forgiveness, and atone by her kindness in the future for her neglect of the past. But although these thoughts pa.s.sed rapidly through her mind, they were but as the undercurrent of her immediate anxiety; it seemed as if Miss Christine would never come, and Rachel still moaned and sobbed in a heart-rending manner.
When Miss Christine did at last enter the room, bringing the lemonade, Marion hurried towards her, and whispered:--
"Oh, do you think she"s going to die? Can"t we do anything for her?
Can"t _I_ do anything?"
"I think she seems very ill indeed," replied Miss Christine, going to the bedside, and laying a cloth wet in cold water on Rachel"s head; then coming back to Marion, "Will you stay with her while I go for the doctor?"
"Can"t you send Bridget?"
"No, the poor thing is half worn out with all she has had to do this week. I would not call her up for anything. If you will stay with Rachel, and keep changing the cloth on her head, I will go, for I dare not wait until morning."
"O Miss Christine!" exclaimed Marion, in a trembling whisper, "I can"t stay; indeed I can"t, and hear her rave about her father; it is dreadful! it goes right through me; you stay and _I"ll_ go."
"Marion, do you know it is almost midnight? You will be afraid."
"You were not."
"No, because I"m not nervous."
"Well, I won"t be nervous; if there"s no danger for you, there is none for me. I shall go."
"Any _real_ danger I do not think there is, but of imaginary danger a plenty, and if you should get seriously frightened I never should forgive myself."
"But I won"t be frightened or nervous," said Marion, resolutely. "Here, feel my hand; when Rachel was raving a moment ago, I _could_ not keep it still; now it is as steady as yours. O Miss Christine, if you only _knew_, you would let me go."
"My dear child," said Miss Christine, laying her hand tenderly on Marion"s cheek, "I _do_ know, and if you really are courageous enough, you may go. It is no use for me to wake up any of the girls; there is not one of them that would dare go with you, I know."
"I"ll go alone, Miss Christine, and I know nothing will happen to me."
Marion hurried back into her room, and dressed herself as quickly as possible, putting on her thickest cloak, furs, and a warm hood. Miss Christine stepped into the entry, and kissed her good-by, saying:--