Mr. Abbot Desires an Immediate Marriage.
Whether it was owing to the excitement of the previous evening, or to a feeling of relief from care and anxiety upon Virgie"s account which made Mr. Abbot feel that at last he might safely lay down his burdens, it would be impossible to say, but he was alarmingly ill the morning after the betrothal, and unable to rise from his bed.
His strength seemed to have left him, and he lay weak as a child, panting with every breath, a deadly faintness and sinking sensation frequently seizing him and making him feel as if the world was rapidly slipping from his grasp.
Virgie was in an agony of fear.
She had never seen her father so ill before, and it seemed to her that he must die if he did not soon have relief.
"What shall I do?" she asked, in a helpless, appealing way, of Sir William.
He had been summoned as soon as Mr. Abbot"s condition had been discovered, and he, too, feared that the end was very near, while, being wholly unaccustomed to sickness of any kind, he felt very useless and inefficient.
He bent and kissed his darling"s pale, upturned face, and then went swiftly out of the house.
Presently, however, he returned with a foreign looking flask or bottle in his hand.
"Here is some brandy," he said, giving it to Virgie. "Mix some of it with two-thirds as much water, and feed your father a teaspoonful at a time every few minutes until he begins to rally, and call all your courage to your aid, dear. Meantime, I will go to the nearest telegraph station and send a message to Virginia City for a skillful physician."
Virgie looked up at him with quivering lips.
"Oh, what a comfort it is to have you to help me at this time!" she said.
He drew her into his arms and held her for a moment while she laid her lips, softly and gracefully, to his cheek, in the first voluntary caress that she had ever given him.
The act touched him, and told him how trustfully she relied upon him.
"My darling, I wish I could save you from every pang," he said, tenderly.
"But I must not linger--we must have help for your father as soon as possible. Good-by, my love, for a little while, and be sure that I will come back just as quickly as I can."
He went quickly out, and Virgie stole softly into her father"s chamber, to do what she could for him, and her heart began to gather something of hope and courage when a few minutes later she heard the clatter of a horse"s hoofs outside, and knew that her lover was on the way for help.
Sir William did not spare his horse until he reached the station.
A telegram was sent and before long a reply was received saying that a physician would leave Virginia City upon the next train coming that way.
But several hours must elapse before he could arrive, and Sir William was brought up to the highest pitch of anxiety and impatience during the interval, while to Virgie, anxiously watching and waiting by the bedside of her father, they were the longest that she had ever known.
But she followed Sir William"s directions regarding administering the brandy, and she could see that after a few potions the invalid began to rally somewhat.
Just as the sun was going down Sir William and the doctor arrived, and then the young girl felt as if a mountain had rolled from her shoulders.
They remained all night watching with the patient, insisting that Virgie should go to her rest, and worn out with her day of watching and anxiety, she crept away to bed and slept the sleep of exhaustion.
In the morning Mr. Abbot seemed considerably stronger and better, and Virgie"s loving heart began to take courage again and to hope that he was not really so very ill after all.
But these feelings received a sudden shock, when, after breakfast, her lover drew her into the little parlor, his face very grave, yet full of tenderness for her.
"I have something that I wish to say to you, Virgie--something to ask you," he said; "but, remember, that you are to answer me frankly and truly. You are not to be unduly influenced by my--by any one"s wishes--to consent to what might seem premature, and thus repugnant to you."
Virgie looked up at him questioningly, growing pale, and a thrill of fear shooting through her heart.
"Your father feels," Sir William went on, answering her look, "as if he would like to--to have your future settled before--his strength fails him any further."
"Oh!" cried the young girl, clinging to her lover, a wild look in her eyes, "papa is not going to--die! Do not tell me that. He is better to-day, and he will--he must grow yet stronger."
"My darling," said Sir William, holding her close to him, and speaking with sorrowful tenderness, "I am not going to deceive you. It would not be right for me to do so. But Dr. Waters thinks that he cannot stay with us much longer. He believes that he will rally for a while, but the state of his system warns him that it will be but a very little while. And, Virgie, your father wants us to be married at once. Darling, shall it be as he wishes?"
But Virgie hardly heard these latter sentences.
She threw herself upon that manly breast in a wild burst of grief.
It was a dreadful blow to be told that the die was cast, that her father"s doom was very near.
In an indefinite way she had been dreading it ever since he himself had talked so plainly about it to her, but with the buoyancy of youth she had kept hoping against hope, and refusing to believe the fearful truth.
Sir William held her in her fond embrace, and allowed her to weep until her tears were spent.
He knew that it was better to let her grief have its way. She would be calmer and stronger afterward, though every sob and tear was bitter pain to his loving heart.
She grew more quiet after a time, and at length he felt that he might again speak of the subject so near his heart.
"Will you be my wife, Virgie? I would not have forced this upon you just now but for your father"s desire, and because Dr. Waters, who must return to-day to his own duties, can make all necessary arrangements for us upon his arrival in Virginia City.
"A clergyman must be sent to us, and there are some other matters which I wish attended to, so we must decide now. Still, my darling, if you shrink from this step, if the thought of it shocks you, I will not urge it, I will wait until you are quite ready for it."
"Did papa propose it?" Virgie asked, hiding her flushed face from those eager, loving eyes looking down upon her.
"Yes. I should not have presumed to suggest anything of the kind at such a time," returned the young baronet, gravely. "But he thinks that his mind would be easier if he could see you my wife. He wishes to give you away irrevocably while he is able. Then, dear, I could be with you all the time to help you in your care of him, to relieve you of much that would encroach upon your strength. Tell me freely, Virgie, shall it or shall it not be?"
"Do you really wish it? or--are you only yielding to his desire?" she asked, in a low voice.
He gathered her closer to his breast until she could feel the eager throbbing of his great heart.
"The day that makes you my wife will be the most blessed of all my life; though, for your sake. I could wish our bridal to be celebrated under less sorrowful circ.u.mstances Still it must not be as I wish. You must decide the question," he said, gravely.
There was a long pause. Then Virgie said, quietly:
"I am willing."
"Is that all, love? Are you simply willing to do as your father requests?
Shall you not be glad to be my wife?" Sin William questioned, with a slight accent of pain.
"Yes, Will, I shall be glad; but, oh, my father! my father!" she cried, with a fresh burst of grief, as she realized all that this hurried marriage meant.
He kissed her forehead softly, and breathed: