The bishop looked at her steadily. "I shall say no more," he observed very gently; "but I beg of you to reflect." Then he opened the quarto Bible and began to read to himself. Angelica remained sitting opposite to him, looking moodily at the floor; but now and then they stole furtive glances at each other, and every time the bishop looked at Angelica he shook his head.
"Things have gone wrong in the Sphere," slipped from Angelica at last.
""The Sphere"?" said the bishop looking up. "What Sphere?"
"_The Woman"s Sphere!_" Angelica answered solemnly, and then she told him her dream. It took her exactly an hour to relate it with such comments and elucidations as she deemed necessary, and the bishop heard her out.
When she finished he was somewhat exhausted; but he said that he thought it a very remarkable dream.
"If you had been able to manage the Sphere, you see," Angelica concluded, "and to regulate the extent of it, you would have been able to make it a proper place for us to live in by this time."
"My dear child, you are talking nonsense!" the bishop exclaimed.
"Well, it may sound so to you at present," Angelica answered temperately; "but there is a small idea in my mind which won"t be nonsense when it grows up." She was silent for a little after that, and then she e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed: "I shouldn"t be surprised if that pestilence were Me!"
"Eh?" said the bishop.
"Did I speak?" said Angelica.
"Yes."
"Ah, then, that is because I am tired out. I shall go to bed. Don"t, for the life of you, let anybody disturb me."
She got up and left the room, yawning desperately; and very soon afterward her aunts came to take her back to Morne; but the bishop obeyed her last injunction implicitly, and they were obliged to return without her.
The news that Edith had returned to the palace, bringing her little son for the first time, was soon known in the neighbourhood. The arrival of the boy was one of those events of life, originally destined to be a great joy, which soften the heart and make it tender. And very soon carriages came rolling up with ladies leaning forward in them all in a flutter of sympathy and interest, eager to offer their congratulations to the young mother, and to be introduced to the child. And meanwhile Mrs. Beale sat beside her daughter"s bed, patting her slender white hand from time to time as it lay upon the coverlet, with that little gesture which had struck Angelica as being so piteous. Edith had not spoken for hours; but suddenly she exclaimed: "Evadne was right!"
Mrs. Beale rocked herself to and fro, and the tears gathered in her eyes and slowly trickled down her cheeks, "Edith, darling," she said at last with a great effort, "do you blame me?"
"Oh, no, mother! oh, no!" Edith cried, pressing her hand, and looking at her with a last flash of loving recognition. "The same thing may happen now to any mother--to any daughter--and _will_ happen so long as we refuse to know and resist." A spasm of pain contracted her face. She pressed her mother"s hand again gently, and closed her eyes.
Presently she laughed. "I am quite, quite mad!" she said. "Do you know what I have been doing? I"ve been murdering him! I"ve been creeping, creeping, with bare feet, to surprise him in his sleep; and I had a tiny knife--very sharp--and I felt for the artery"--she touched her neck--"and then stabbed quickly! and he awoke, and knew he must die--and cowered! and it was all a pleasure to me. Oh, yes! I am quite, quite mad!"
She did not notice the coming and going of people now, or anything that was done in her room that day. Only once when she heard a servant outside the door whisper: "For her ladyship," she asked what it was, and a silver salver was brought to her covered with visiting cards. She looked at one or two. "Kind messages," she said, "great names! and I am a great lady too, I suppose! I made a splendid match. And now I have a lovely little boy--the one thing wanting to complete my happiness. What numbers of girls must envy me! Ah! they don"t know! But tell them--tell them that I"m quite, quite mad!"
Mrs. Beale was at last persuaded to go and rest, and Mrs. Orton Beg replaced her.
"I am glad you have come," said Edith. "I want to show you my lovely little son. Naturally I want to show him to everyone!" and she laughed.
Late in the evening, when the room was lighted up, Edith noticed her father and mother and Dr. Galbraith. Angelica was there too, but in the background.
"Oh-h!" Edith exclaimed with a sudden shriek, starting up in bed--"I want to kill--I want to kill _him_. I want to kill that monstrous child!"
Dr. Galbraith was in time to prevent her springing out of bed.
"I know I am mad," she moaned in a broken voice. "I am quite, quite mad! I never hurt a creature in my life--never thought an evil thought of anyone; why must I suffer so? Father, my head." Again she started up. "Can"t you--can"t you save me?" she shrieked. "Father, my head! my head!"
Angelica stole away to her own room, put on her things, and walked back to Morne alone.
CHAPTER X.
Angelica had been baptized into the world of anguish. She had a.s.sisted at horrid mysteries of life and death, and the experience was likely to be warping.
She had fled from the palace, first, because she could not bear the place any longer, and secondly, because she felt imperatively that she must see Diavolo. He had been in bed and asleep for some time when she went to his room that night, and awoke him by flashing a light in his face. He was startled at first, but when he saw who it was, he remembered their last quarrel and the base way she had deserted him by going to stay at the palace, and he thought it due to his wounded heart to snap at her.
"What _do_ you mean by disturbing me so late at night?" he drawled plaintively; "bringing in such a beastly lot of fresh air with you too.
You make me shiver."
"Don"t be a fool, Diavolo," Angelica answered. "You know you"re delighted to see me. How nice you look with your hair all tousled! I wish my hair was fair like yours. Oh! I have such a lot to tell you."
"Get on then," he said, lying back on his broad white pillows resignedly; "or go away, and keep your confidences till to-morrow. If you would be so good as to kindly consult my inclinations, that is what I should ask," he added politely.
Angelica curled herself up on the end of his bed, and leant against the foot-rail. The room was large and lofty, and the only light in it was that of the candle which she still held in her hand. She had a walking jacket on over an evening dress, and a hat, but this she took off and threw on the floor.
"I"ve run away," she said. "I walked home all alone."
"What, up all that long dark hill!" he exclaimed, with interest, but without incredulity. The Heavenly Twins never lied to each other.
"Yes," she answered impressively, "and I cut across the pine woods, and the big black shadows fluttered about me like b.u.t.terfly bogies, and I wasn"t afraid. I threw my arms about, and ran, and jumped, and _breathed!_ Oh!" she exclaimed, "after holding your breath for twenty-four hours, in a house full of gaslight and groans, you learn what it is to be able to breathe freely out under the stars in the blessed dark. And there was a little crescent moon above the trees," she added.
Diavolo had opened his great gray eyes, and looked out over her head through the wall opposite, watching her with enthusiasm as she "cut across the pine woods." "And how did you get in?" he asked.
"At the back," she answered. They looked into each other"s intelligent faces, and grinned. "Everybody is in bed," she added, "and I"m half inclined to return to the palace, and come back to-morrow in the carriage properly."
"I shouldn"t do that," said Diavolo, feeling that such a proceeding would be an inartistic anticlimax. "And it"s to-morrow now, I should think." He raised himself on his elbow, and peered at the clock on the mantelpiece.
Angelica held up the candle. "It"s two," she said. "What do you do when you first wake up in the morning?"
"Turn round and go to sleep again," Diavolo grunted.
"_I_ always look at the clock," said Angelica. "But I want to tell you. You know after you said I was a cyclone in petticoats?"
Diavolo nodded. "So you are," he remarked.
"Well, I _am_, then," Angelica retorted. "Have it so, only don"t interrupt me. I can"t think why I cared," she added upon reflection; "it seems so little now, and such a long way off."
"Is it as far from the point as you are?" Diavolo courteously inquired.
"Ah, I"m coming to that!" she resumed, and then she graphically recounted her late painful experiences, including the bishop"s charge to Sir Mosley Menteith, and poor Edith"s last piteous appeal to heaven and earth for the relief which she was not to receive.
"And did she die?" Diavolo asked in an awestruck whisper.
Being less st.u.r.dy and more sensitive than Angelica, he was quite shaken by the bare recital of such suffering.
"Not while I was there," Angelica answered. "I heard her as I came out.
She was calling on G.o.d then."