So the days pa.s.sed into weeks, and nothing more was heard or seen of the Duke of Hereward.
The Christmas holidays came to an end after Twelth-Day; the pupils returned to the school, and the academy buildings grew gay with the exuberance of young life.
Salome, who, during many years of her childhood and youth, had shared this bright and cheery school-life, now saw nothing of it.
The academy buildings, as has been explained before this, were situated on the opposite side of the court-yard from the asylums and entirely cut off from communication with them.
Salome, devoted to her duties in the Infants" Asylum, was more completely secluded from the world than even the cloistered nuns themselves; for the nuns were the teachers of the academy, and in daily communication with their pupils and frequent correspondence with their patrons, saw and heard much of the busy life without.
So the weeks pa.s.sed slowly into months, and the winter into spring, yet nothing more was seen or heard of the Duke of Hereward.
Salome lost the habit of looking for him, and gradually recovered her tranquility. In the work to which she had consecrated herself--the care of helpless and dest.i.tute infancy--she grew almost happy.
Already she seemed as dead to the world as though the "black vail" had fallen like a pall over her head. No newspapers ever drifted into the asylum, nor did any visitor come to bring intelligence of the good or evil of the life beyond the convent walls.
Her year of probation was pa.s.sing away. At its close she would take the white vail and enter upon the second stage of her chosen vocation--her year of novitiate--at the end of which she would a.s.sume the black vail of the cloistered nun, which would seal her fate.
She knew that before taking that final step she must make some disposition of that vast inheritance which, in her flight from her home, she had left without one word of explanation or instruction. She was a.s.sured that her fortune was in the hands of honest men, and there she was content to leave it for the present. She had in her possession about a thousand pounds in money and several thousand pounds in diamonds--ample means for self-support and alms-giving.
And so she was satisfied for the present to leave her financial affairs as they were, until the time should come when it would be absolutely necessary for her to give attention to them.
Meanwhile, had she forgotten him who had once been the idol of her worship?
Ah, no! however diligently her eyes, her hands, her feet were employed in the service of the little children she loved so tenderly, her thoughts were with him. She loved him still! It seemed to her at once the sin and the curse of her life that she loved him still. She prayed daily to be delivered from "inordinate and sinful affections," but in this case prayer seemed of little use; for the more she prayed the more she loved and trusted him. It was a mystery she could not make out.
So the spring bloomed into summer, and the world outside became so disturbed and turbulent with "wars and rumors of wars," that its tumult was heard even within the peaceful convent sanctuary.
The news of the abdication of Her Most Catholic Majesty, Isabella II of Spain, fell like a thunderbolt upon the little community of the faithful in the convent; and nowhere, in the political conclaves of Prussia or of France, was the Spanish succession discussed with more intensity of interest than among the simple sisterhood of St. Rosalie.
Who would now fill the throne of the Western Caesars, left vacant by the abdication of their daughter, the Queen Isabella?
These were the topics which filled the minds and employed the tongues of the quiet nuns, whenever and wherever their rules permitted them to indulge in conversation.
No sound of this disturbance however penetrated the peaceful sphere of the Infants" Asylum, which, indeed, seemed to be the innermost retreat, or the holy of holies in the sanctuary.
Salome lived within it, the chief ministering angel, dispensing blessings all around her, and growing daily into deeper peace, until one fatal morning, when a great shock fell upon her.
It was a beautiful, bright morning near the end of June, and the day in regular rotation on which the mother-superior of the convent made her official rounds of inspection in the Infants" Asylum.
She arrived early, and, accompanied by Salome, went over every department of the asylum, from attic to cellar, from dormitory to recreation grounds, and found all well, and approved and delighted in the well-being.
After her long walk she sat down to rest in the children"s play-room, and directed Salome to take a seat by her side.
The room was full of little children. Not seated in orderly rows, as we have too often seen in Infant Asylums on exhibition days; but moving about everywhere as freely as their little limbs would carry them, and making quite as much noise as their health and well-being certainly required.
Among them was little Marie Perdue, now a bright, fair, blue-eyed cherub of seven months old, seated on a mat, and tossing about with screams of delight a number of small, gay-hued India-rubber b.a.l.l.s.
The abbess was watching the children with pleased attention, when one of the lay sisters entered and put a card in her hands, saying that the gentleman and lady were waiting at the porter"s wicket, and desired permission to see the interior of the Infant Asylum.
"Certainly, they are welcome," said the abbess. "Go and tell Sister Francoise to be their guide."
The lay sister left the room, and the abbess gave her attention again to the children, making occasional remarks on their health, beauty, playfulness, and so forth, which were all sympathetically responded to by Salome, until they heard the sounds of approaching voices and footsteps, and the visiting party, escorted by Sister Francoise.
Then the abbess and her companion ceased speaking, and lowered their eyes to the floor until the strangers should pa.s.s them.
But the strangers lingered on their way, noticing individual children for beauty, or brightness, or some other trait which seemed to attract.
The gentleman, speaking French with an English accent, asked questions in too low a tone to reach the ears of the abbess and her companion; but the lady kept silence.
At length, as the visitors drew nearer, they came upon little Marie Perdue, sitting on her mat, engaged in tossing about her gay-colored b.a.l.l.s, and laughing with delight.
"Whose child is that?" asked the gentleman, in a voice that thrilled to the heart of Salome.
She forgot herself, and looked up quickly, but the form of Sister Francoise, standing, concealed the figure of the speaker, who seemed to be stooping over the child.
"Ay! wha"s bairn is it?" inquired another voice, that fell with ominous familiarity on her ear, as she turned her head a little and saw the female visitor, a tall, handsome blonde, with bold, blue eyes and a cataraet of golden hair falling on her shoulders.
Sister Francoise did not understand the language of the woman, and turned with a helpless and appealing look to the gentleman, who still speaking French with the slightly defective English accent, replied:
"Madame asks whose child is that?"
"Oh, pardon! We do not know, Monsieur. It was left at our doors on the eighteenth of December last," replied Sister Francoise.
"A very fine child! Its name?"
"Marie Perdue."
""Marie Perdue?" What? "Marie Perdue?" What"s "Perdue?"" querulously inquired the tall, blonde beauty.
""Thrown away," "lost," "abandoned,"" answered the gentleman, in a low voice.
As he spoke he stood up and turned around.
Salome uttered a low, half-suppressed cry, and covered her face with both hands.
The abbess impulsively looked up to see what was the matter, and--echoed the cry!
There was dead silence in the room for a minute, and then Salome lifted up her head and cautiously looked around.
The visitors had gone, and the children, who with child-like curiosity had suspended their play to gaze upon the strangers, were now re-commencing their noise with renewed vehemence.
Salome still trembling in every limb, turned toward her companion.
The abbess sat with clasped hands, lowered eyelids, and face as pale as death.
Salome, too much absorbed in her own emotion to notice the strange condition of the abbess, touched her on the shoulder and eagerly whispered:
"Mother, did you observe the visitors?"