The sun flashed up from his ocean bed, and, as the first beams fell on the woman"s hair, Dr. Grey softly pa.s.sed his broad white hand over its perfumed ma.s.ses, redolent of orange flowers.
"The air is too damp for you. Come with me to the house."
She did not heed his words, and perhaps his touch on her head recalled some exquisitely painful memory, for she shook it off, and exclaimed,--
"Doubtless, like the remainder of the curious herd, you are wondering at my "crown of glory,"--and conjecturing what dire tragedy bequeathed it to me. Sir,--
"My hair was black, but white my life: The colors in exchange are cast!
The white upon my hair is rife, The black upon my life has pa.s.sed."
Dr. Grey, I understand you; but you need not stay here to keep guard over me, as if I were an imbecile or a refugee from an insane asylum.
That I am not the one or the other, is attributable to the fact that my powers of endurance are almost fabulous. You fear that in my loneliness and complete isolation I may turn coward, at the last ordeal I am put through,--and, like Zeno cry out, and in a fit of desperation strangle myself? Dr. Grey, make yourself easy. I do not love my Creator so devotedly that I must needs hurry into his presence before He sees proper to send me a summons.""
"I am afraid to leave you here, for any woman who does not love and reverence her Maker, requires a guardian. Of course you will do as you like, but I shall remain here as long as you do."
He rose, and crossing his arms on his chest, began to walk about the pavilion. She caught up her hair, twisted it hastily into a knot, and secured it with her comb. As she did so, a small cl.u.s.ter of double violets dropped into her lap. She had gathered them the preceding afternoon, had carried them as an offering to Elsie, who insisted that she should wear them in her hair, "they looked so bonnie just behind the little roguish ear." At her request Mrs. Gerome had placed them at the side of her head, and the old woman made her lean down that she might smell them, and leave a kiss on their blue petals. Now the sight of the withered flowers melted her icy composure, and, as she lifted the little crushed, faded bouquet, and pressed it against her wan cheek, a moan broke from her colorless lips.
"Oh, Elsie,--Elsie! How could you desert me? You knew you were all I had to love and trust,--and how could you die and leave me alone,--utterly alone, in this miserable world that has so cruelly injured me!"
She clasped her hands pa.s.sionately over the flowers, and the motion caused the sapphire ring, which was now much too large, to slip from the thin finger, and roll ringing across the marble floor.
Dr. Grey picked it up, and as he replaced it, drew her hand under his arm, and led her out of the boat-house. They walked slowly, and as they ascended the steps, he saw his buggy approaching the side gate.
Opening the parlor door, he drew his companion into the room, where the Psyche lamp still burned brightly.
"Mrs. Gerome, will you trust me?"
He had hoped that a return to the house would touch her heart and make her weep, but the cold, dry glitter of her eyes disappointed him.
"Dr. Grey, I trust neither men nor women, nor even the angels in heaven; for one of them turned serpent, and if tradition be true, made earth the dismal "Bochin" I have found it."
She turned from him, and threw herself wearily upon the divan that filled the recess of the oriel window.
Securing the door of the library, he extinguished the lamp, and closing the parlor went out to meet Salome.
CHAPTER XX.
"Doctor Grey, you look weary and anxious."
"I feel so, for this has been a memorable night."
"The servant who opened the gate for us said that the poor old woman died about day-break."
"Yes; when I arrived I found her speechless, and of course could do nothing but watch her die. Come down this walk, I wish to talk to you before you go into the house."
He pointed to a serpentine walk, overarched by laurustinus, and they had proceeded some yards before he spoke again.
"Salome, I believe you told me that you had met Mrs. Gerome?"
"Yes, sir; once upon the cliffs, a mile below, I saw her for a few moments."
"She is a very eccentric woman."
"I should judge so, from her appearance."
"Her life seems to have been blighted by early griefs, and she has grown cynical and misanthropic. Loving no one but her faithful and devoted nurse, she has completely isolated herself, and consequently the death of this servant--companion--nay, foster-mother--is a terrible blow to her. I want your promise that what you may hear or witness in this house shall not travel beyond its walls to feed the worse-than-Ugolino hunger of never-satiated scandal and gossip."
Salome"s brow contracted and darkened.
"Do you cla.s.s me among newsmongers and character-cannibals?"
"If I did, you certainly would not be here at this instant. I sent for you to come and take my place temporarily, as I am compelled to see a patient many miles distant, who is dangerously ill. The majority of women might go away, and comment upon the occurrences of this melancholy day, but I wish to keep sacred all that Mrs. Gerome desires to screen from public gaze and animadversion. Because she is not fond of society, it revenges itself by circulating reports detrimental to the owner of a house which is elegantly furnished, not for popular praise, but solely for her own comfort and gratification. While I regard her course as very deplorable, and particularly impolitic for one so young and unprotected, I am totally unacquainted with the reasons that control her; and, in this hour of grief and bitterness, I earnestly desire to shield her from intrusion and impertinent scrutiny."
"In other words, you wish me to have eyes and yet see not,--and having ears to hear not? You must indeed have little confidence in my good sense, and still less in my feminine sympathy for the afflicted, if you suppose that under existing circ.u.mstances I could come to the house of mourning to collect materials to be rolled as sweet morsels under the slanderous tongues, that already wag so industriously concerning "Solitude" and its solitary mistress. Verily, I occupy a lofty niche in your estimation, and it would doubtless be pardonably prudent in you to reconsider, and bid Elbert take me home with all possible dispatch, before I see Fatima or Bluebeard."
"When will you cease to be childish, and remember that a woman"s work lies before you?"
"You may date that desirable transmogrification from the hour when you cease to stir up the mud and dregs in my nature, by doubting the possibility that they will ever settle, and leave a pure medium between your soul and mine. Just so soon,--and no sooner."
"My young friend, you are too sensitive. I now offer you the strongest proof of confidence that I can ever hope to command. Will you take charge of this stricken household in my absence, and not only superintend the arrangements necessary for the funeral, but watch over Mrs. Gerome and see that no one disturbs her?"
"You may trust me to execute her wishes and your orders."
"Thank you. There certainly is no one except you whom I would trust in this emergency. One thing more; if Mrs. Gerome leaves the house, do not lose sight of her. It may be necessary to keep a very strict surveillance over her, and I will return as soon as possible, and relieve you."
As they entered the house, Salome said,--
"You will stop at home and get your breakfast?"
"No, I shall not have time."
"Let me make you a cup of coffee before you start."
"Thank you, it is not necessary; and besides, the house is in such confusion that it would be difficult to obtain anything. Come with me."
She followed him into the dim room, where the tall but emaciated form of Elsie Maclean had been dressed for its last long sleep. The housemaid sat at the bedside, and Robert stood at one of the windows.
The first pa.s.sionate burst of grief had spent itself, and the son was very calm.
At a sign from Dr. Grey he came forward, and bowed to the stranger.
"Robert, I am obliged to be absent for several hours, and Miss Owen will remain until I return. If you need advice or a.s.sistance come to her, and do not disturb Mrs. Gerome, who is lying on a sofa in the parlor. I will drive through town, and send your minister out immediately."
"You are very good, sir. Do you think the funeral should take place before to-morrow? I want to speak to my mistress about it."