Sybil thanked the old woman for her favor; and being very weary, took off her upper garments and laid down to rest, committed herself to the kind care of Heaven, and soon sank into a deep sleep, that lasted until morning.
CHAPTER XI.
RAPHAEL.
I might call him Something divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so n.o.ble.--SHAKESPEARE.
When she woke up, the sun was streaming in at the unshaded windows, and by its blaze of light she saw that two of the women had left the room, and left no one with her except Gentiliska.
The girl was up, and was making what shift she could to wash her face with the aid of a tin basin, a stone ewer, and a crash towel, all of which, for want of a wash-stand, were placed upon the bare floor.
When she had finished washing, she carefully emptied the contents of the basin out of the window, and refilled it again with fresh water for Sybil. Then, happening to turn around, she discovered that her guest was awake.
"You rested well," she said, with a smile.
"Yes, for I was worn out. This is the first night in four that I have laid down, and the second night in eight," answered Sybil.
"My gracious goodness! How could you stand it? You cannot be rested yet.
You had better lie a bed longer."
"No, I would rather get up," said Sybil, rising.
As on a former occasion, the girl attended the lady at her rude toilet, rendering the a.s.sistance of a dressing maid.
Just before they left the room, Gentiliska, chancing to look out of the window, uttered an exclamation of surprise and delight.
"What is it?" inquired Sybil.
"The captain"s son! Oh! a beautiful boy, Mrs. Berners! An angel among devils! He has been gone so long! And now he has unexpectedly come back again. Look, Mrs. Berners! Oh! how I do wish somebody would deliver this boy from this band! would save this pure young soul alive!" exclaimed Gentiliska, with more feeling than Sybil had ever seen her display.
Following the glance of the girl"s eye, the lady looked from the window.
Prepared as she had been by Gentiliska"s praise to behold a boy of rare beauty, she was really startled by the angelic loveliness of the lad before her.
The charm was not alone in the soft bright golden hair that shone like a halo around the fair, open forehead, nor in the straight brown eye-brows, nor the clear blue eyes, nor the sweet serious mouth, nor in the delicate blooming complexion; it was also in the expression of earnest candor and trusting love that beamed from every feature of that beautiful face.
"Yes, indeed; he looks like a seraph. What is his name?" inquired Sybil, in a burst of admiration.
"It is Raphael."
""Raphael!" an appropriate name. So might have looked the child-artist Raphael, in his brightest days on earth. So may seem the love-angel Raphael, to those who see him in their dreams," said Sybil, gazing, as if spell-bound, on the beauty of the boy.
"There, he has pa.s.sed in. Now let us go down to breakfast, where we shall meet the little darling again. But look here! let me give you one warning; take no notice of that child in his father"s presence. Captain Inconnu is intensely jealous of his beautiful boy, and visits that black pa.s.sion upon the poor lad"s head," said Gentiliska, as they went below.
"Jealous of a boy of fourteen? (and the lad cannot be more;) what a wretch!" cried Sybil, in honest indignation, as she followed her conductress down stairs.
Breakfast was served in the back parlor, in the same rude style as the supper of the night before had been.
As Sybil and Gentiliska entered the room, the captain left a group of men among whom he had been standing, came forward, bade the lady good-morning, took her hand and led her to a seat--not at the table, but at the table-cloth, which, lacking a board, was laid as on the evening previous, upon the bare floor. The captain seated himself beside his guest, and the other members of the band took their places at the meal.
Sybil noticed that young Raphael was among them. But Captain Inconnu vouchsafed neither word nor glance to his son, and no other one presumed to present him to the lady guest.
Yet at that breakfast Sybil made a most innocent conquest. The boy, who had seen very few young girls in his life, and had never seen so beautiful a woman as Sybil, at first sight fell purely in love with her, for the sake of whose sweet face he felt he could die a thousand deaths, without ever even dreaming of such a reward as to be permitted to kiss her hand!
What woman does not know at once when a life has been silently laid at her feet? Sybil surely knew and felt that this fair boy"s heart and soul were hers for life or death. "He loved her with that love which was his doom."
And what beautiful woman of twenty years old, is not careless and cruel in her dealings with her boy worshipper of fourteen? She may perceive, but she never appreciates the pure devotion.
Sybil, the most magnanimous among women, was perfectly incapable of any other selfish act, under any other circ.u.mstances; but yet she coolly resolved to improve her power over this fair boy, and to use his devotion for her own purpose of escaping from the band and delivering herself up to the authorities--never once thinking of the pain and peril she would bring upon her young votary.
But she was very cautious in her conduct towards him. She kept in mind the warning that had been given her by Gentiliska, and took care to bestow neither word nor look upon the lad, while in the company of Captain Inconnu.
When breakfast was over, all the band dispersed about their various business, with the exception of Raphael, who, with pencil and portfolio, strolled about the forsaken grounds, or sat down on fragments of rock to sketch picturesque points in the scenery, and Captain Inconnu, who intercepted Sybil as she was going to her room and requested a few moments" private conversation with her.
Sybil thought it the best policy to grant the Captain"s request. So she permitted him to lead her into the unfurnished front parlor, where for the want of a chair or a sofa, he put her in the low window seat.
"I had the honor of telling you yesterday, madam, that if you should be pleased to do so, we would talk further, to-day, upon the subject of your return to the world," began the rather too courteous captain.
Sybil bowed in silence.
"I am here now, at your orders, for that purpose."
Again Sybil bent her head in acknowledgment of this politeness.
"And first I would inquire," said the captain, with a singular smile, "whether, after having slept upon the question, as I advised you to do, you are still in the same mind?"
"Not exactly," replied Sybil, truthfully but evasively; for though she was still firmly resolved to give herself up to justice, she had changed her plan of proceeding.
"Ah!" commented the captain, with an expression that proved how much he had mistaken the lady"s meaning--"ah! I thought a night"s repose and a morning"s cool reflection would bring you to a more rational consideration of the question."
Sybil answered his smile, but left him in his error, and presently said to him:
"Captain, I have a question to ask you."
"Proceed, madam! I am entirely at your commands," said the captain with a bow.
"Supposing that I had remained in the same mind that I was in yesterday, and that I still persisted in my purpose of leaving your band, and giving myself up to take my trial, would you have a.s.sisted me, or would you have hindered me?"
"Mrs. Berners, your purpose was a suicidal one! Your question means simply this: If you were bent upon self-destruction, would I help you or hinder you in your determination? Of course there can be but one answer to such a question. I should employ every power of my mind and body to prevent you from destroying yourself."
That was all Sybil wanted to know. She felt now that her only hope was in the boy.
Smilingly she arose and excused herself to the captain, who soon after left the room.
But not until she knew that he had mounted his horse and ridden away from the house, did Mrs. Berners begin to put her plan in practice.