"Not yet, reverend father," she answered. They were both speaking French.
"Has she been since nearly _in articulo_?"
"At about eleven o"clock, reverend father, her soul seemed at her very lips."
"In this complaint so it will often be. Is Sister Cecilia upstairs?"
"Yes, reverend father."
"Father Edwyn here?"
"Yes, reverend father."
He withdrew his head, closed the door, and walked upstairs. He tapped gently at the door of the front bedroom.
A French nun, in a habit precisely similar to that of the lady downstairs, stood noiselessly at the door. She was comparatively young, wore no spectacles, and had a kind and rather sad countenance. He whispered a word to her, heard her answer softly, and then he entered the room with a soundless step--it was thickly carpeted, and furnished luxuriously--and stood at the side of a huge four-post bed, with stately curtains of silk, within which a miserable shrunken old woman, with a face brown as clay, sunk and flaccid, and staring feebly with wide gla.s.sy eyes, with her back coiled into a curve, and laden with shawls, was set up, among pillows, breathing, or rather gasping, with difficulty.
Here she was, bent, we may say, in the grip of two murderers, heart complaint and cancer. The irresistible chemistry of death had set in; the return of "earth to earth" was going on. Who could have recognised, in this breathing effigy of death, poor Lady Lorrimer? But disease now and then makes short work of such transformations.
The good nurse here, like the other downstairs, had her little picture against the wall, and had been curtseying and crossing herself before it, in honest prayer for the dying old lady, to whom Monsieur Droqville whispered something, and then leaned his ear close to her lips. He felt her pulse, and said, "Madame has some time still to meditate and pray."
Again his ear was to her lips. "Doubt it not, madame. Every consolation."
She whispered something more; it lasted longer, and was more earnest this time. Her head was nodding on her shoulders, and her eyes were turned up to his dark energetic face, imploringly.
"You can"t do that, madame--it is not yours--you have given it to G.o.d."
The woman turned her eyes on him with a piteous look.
"No, madame," he said, sharply; "it is too late to withhold a part.
This, madame, is temptation--a weakness of earth; the promises are to her that overcometh."
Her only answer was an hysterical whimper and imperfect sobbing.
"Be calm," he resumed. "It is meritorious. Discharge your mind of it, and the memory of your sacrifice will be sweeter, and its promise more glorious the nearer you draw to your darkest hour on earth."
She had another word to say; her fingers were creeping on the coverlet to his hand.
"No, madame, there won"t be any struggle--you will faint, that is all, and waken, we trust among the blest. I"m sorry I can"t stay just now.
But Father Edwyn is here, and Dr. Garnet."
Again she turned her wavering head towards him, and lifted her eyes, as if to speak.
"No, no, you must not exert yourself--husband your strength--you"ll want it, madame."
It was plain, however, she would have one last word more, and a little sourly he stooped his ear again.
"Pardon me, madame, I never said or supposed that after you signed it you were still at liberty to deal with any part; if you have courage to take it back, it is another matter. I won"t send you before the Judge Eternal with a sacrilege in your right hand."
He spoke quietly, but very sternly, raising his finger upward, with his eyes fixed upon her, while his dark face looked pale.
She answered only with the same helpless whimper. He beckoned to the nun.
"Let me see that book."
He looked through its pages.
"Read aloud to madame the four first elevations; agony is near."
As he pa.s.sed from the room, he beckoned the lady in the religious habit again, and whispered in her ear in the lobby:
"Lock this door, and admit none but those you know."
He went down this time to the front drawing-room, and entered it suddenly. Mr. Carmel was seated there, with candles beside him, reading.
Down went his book instantly, and he rose.
"Our good friend upstairs won"t last beyond three or four hours--possibly five," began Monsieur Droqville. "Garnet will be here in a few minutes; keep the doors bolted! people might come in and disturb the old lady. You need not mind now. I locked the hall-door as I came in. Why don"t you make more way with Miss Ware? Her mother is no obstacle--favourable rather. Her father is a mere pagan, and never at home; and the girl likes you."
Mr. Carmel stared.
"Yes, you are blind; but I have my eyes. Why don"t you read your Montaigne? "_Les agaceries des femmes sont des declarations d"amour._"
You interest her, and yet you profit nothing by your advantage. There she is, romantic, pa.s.sionate, Quixotic, and makes, without knowing it, a hero of you. You are not what I thought you."
Mr. Carmel"s colour flushed to his very temples; he looked pained and agitated; his eyes were lowered before his superior.
"Why need you look like a fool? Understand me," continued Monsieur Droqville, in his grim, harsh nasals. "The weaknesses of human nature are Heaven"s opportunities. The G.o.dly man knows how to use them with purity. She is not conscious of the position she gives you; but you should understand its powers. You can illuminate, elevate, save her."
He paused for a moment; Mr. Carmel stood before him with his eyes lowered.
"What account am I to give of you?" he resumed. "Remember, you have no business to be afraid. You must use all influences to save a soul, and serve the Church. A good soldier fights with every weapon he has--sword, pistol, bayonet, fist--in the cause of his king. What shall I say of you? A loyal soldier, but wanting head, wanting action, wanting presence of mind. A theorist, a scholar, a deliberator. But not a man for the field; no _coup d"oeil_, no prompt.i.tude, no perception of a great law, where it is opposed by a small quibble, no power of deciding between a trifle and an enormity, between seeing your king robbed or breaking the thief"s fingers. Why, can"t you see that the power that commands is also the power that absolves? I thought you had tact--I thought you had insinuation. Have I been mistaken? If so, we must cut out other work for you. Have you anything to say?"
He paused only for a second, and in that second Mr. Carmel raised his head to speak; but with a slight downward motion of his hand, and a frown, Droqville silenced him, and proceeded:
"True, I told you not to precipitate matters. But you need not let the fire go out, because I told you not to set the chimney in a blaze. There is Mrs. Ware; her most useful position is where she is, _in equilibrio_.
She can serve no one by declaring herself a Catholic; the _eclat_ of such a thing would spoil the other mission, that must be conducted with judgment and patience. The old man I told you of is a Puritan, and must see or suspect nothing. While he lives there can be no avowal. But up to that point all must now proceed. Ha! there goes a carriage--that"s the third I have heard--Lady Mard.y.k.es"s party breaking up. The Wares don"t return this way. I"ll see you again to-morrow. To-night you accomplish your duty here. The old woman upstairs will scarcely last till dawn."
He nodded and left the room as suddenly as he had entered it.
CHAPTER x.x.xVII.
A LAST LOOK.
At about eleven o"clock next morning, mamma came to my bedside, having thrown her dressing-gown on, and holding a note in her hand. I was awakened by her calling me by my name; and the extraordinary exertion of getting out of her bed at such an hour, the morning after a ball, even if there had not been consternation in her looks, would have satisfied me that something unusual had happened. I sat up staring at her.