""How pale you are! Does the thought of to-morrow terrify you so much?"
"She gave him one of her looks, and drew closer to him, like a lamb wanting shelter. He bent toward her, and, as Cora slid out of the room, put his arm around her waist, whispering something that I was too mad to hear.
"I couldn"t stand it. My poor mistress seemed to whisper, "Now, Lottie, I trust to you!" I pushed the curtains aside, and, walking right straight in, stood before them.
""Mrs. Dennison," says I, "let go of my dead lady"s husband. Mr. Lee, an angel has just come down from heaven to save you from a wicked, wicked fiend. I, a poor girl, am doing her work. Step back, Mrs. Dennison, till my master reads these letters, and this journal, with its purple cover and heaps of sin inside. If you want to know all about the bad heart of this woman, read it," says I to Mr. Lee again; "then ask her to look into your eyes if she dares."
"The woman turned on me with her great scared eyes--saw the journal in my hand--gave a wild look at the table--staggered toward the curtains--flung them back with an outward dash of her arms, and fell upon the floor of the other room. As the red curtains closed over her, I reached out the papers to Mr. Lee, and whispered, with tears in my eyes:
""Oh, master! read them for her sake, who loved you so dearly."
"Mr. Lee put me back so fiercely that I almost fell. He went right up to the woman where she lay shivering and shaking till her white dress heaved and fluttered like a snow-heap in the wind. He was pale as a sheet, and his eyes looked mad as fire when he turned them toward me; but I stood my ground like a marble image planted on a rock. I hadn"t come sailing over the raging ocean, like a pelican in the wilderness, to be looked down by him or fainted down by her--not I, if I know myself, which I think I do.
""My darling," says he, bending over her, "why should the sight of this wild girl agitate you so? She can have no influence on me."
"Babylon seemed to get strength from this. She lifted up her head, flung the veil back from her face, and looked me through and through with her wild eyes.
""She is put up to this. They hate me. It is another effort to prejudice you against me. You remember the last. Now they will no doubt resort to forgery. People who write anonymous letters will not hesitate to go further. Oh! they will separate us--they will separate us!"
""Is this book a forgery?" says I, holding up the purple journal. "Is this writing yours?"
"Her face seemed to cramp up; her lips turned blue-white.
"That moment Cora made a leap upon me, and s.n.a.t.c.hed at the book like a hungry wolf; but I wrenched it away from her, and pressed myself back against the wall, holding it behind me.
"That moment James came in and stood by me like a hero, as he is.
""No you don"t," said I; "no person touches this book till Mr. Lee has read it."
"Mrs. Dennison turned her eyes upon me--such beautiful begging eyes--that, if it hadn"t been for my dead lady, I might have given up the book; but I thought of her, and was firm as a rock. "Leave this room," said Mr. Lee, turning upon me like a lion. "How dare you come here!"
""My dead lady, your wife, commanded me to come," I answered, feeling myself grow tall and strong. "She was murdered by that woman, and you are bound to know it. Read this--it is in her own handwriting."
""It belongs to my lady. The imp of Satan stole it!" cried Cora, fierce as a wild-cat. "No one has a right to read it."
"Mr. Lee had helped Babylon to her feet, and stood, with one arm around her waist, looking from her to me.
""It is mine," she whispered; "make her give it up."
""But I have read every word of it. I have left a copy at home, which Miss Hyde has now. A minute ago you said it was a forgery; now, you both own up--you and your yellow sister there."
"At this, Mr. Lee seemed to be turning into stone, all but his eyes, that shot fire at me.
""What does she mean?" asked Babylon. The words dropped from her like lead. It seemed as if she hadn"t the strength to speak.
""She"s crazy!" says Cora. "My mistress never had either brother or sister."
""Hadn"t she?" says I. "Just look at this paper, Mr. Lee, and then ask her how she came to write there that this yellow girl is her father"s child. I heard the impudent creature threaten her, if she didn"t give up the diamonds you sent here this morning, or write this promise just so."
""The diamonds!" said Mr. Lee, loosening his arm from Babylon"s waist and looking in her face. "How could this girl know about them?"
"Babylon shivered, and her eyes seemed to shrink back under her eyelids when she looked at the table and saw that the paper was gone. Cora crept softly up to where I was standing, and whispered: "Half the money if you hold your tongue. If you don"t, I"ll kill you!"
"I gave the creature one of my looks, handed the journal over to James, and held the paper open between my two hands, before Mr. Lee"s eyes. He could not help but read it. Babylon lifted her hand as if to strike it down, but it dropped by her side when she saw that he was reading, and she leaned against the door-frame, clenching at the red curtains in a spasm. Oh! she looked awful splendid with her white dress pressed against the red curtains, that shook around her like flaming fire. The diamonds on her head seemed to burn through and through her veil, but her white face was cramped worse than ever, and I almost thought she would drop down dead at Mr. Lee"s feet.
"He took the paper from my hands and read it through. Then he looked once or twice from Mrs. Dennison to Cora, who was turning whitish-gray, and looked awfully.
""Is there any explanation of this strange paper?" he said; and his voice seemed to come out of a heap of ice, it had changed so.
"Babylon opened her lips, but they would not give out the lie that was ready, I haven"t the least doubt. But Cora came forward bold as bra.s.s.
""It is a forgery!" she said; "the lady never promised me anything after she was married. I am no more her sister than that imp of Satan is.
""But if this paper was a forgery, how did you know what it contained?"
said Mr. Lee, in the same cold way. And, with this, he walked out of the room without saying another word.
"Babylon made a spring toward the door when he went out of it, with her hands clenched together, and her veil streaming out behind; but when she saw that he never turned or looked back, her knees gave way, and she fell in a white heap on the carpet.
"I began to feel sorry for the poor creature then, and tried to help her up, but Cora pushed me away; and would have sent me whirling through the door, but James caught me in his arms, and so seemed to lead me out.
When we were safe in the pa.s.sage, I told James to take the journal right to his master"s room and strike while the iron was hot, or those two sea-serpents would get around him again.
"He went--like a good fellow as he is--and I shut myself up in my room, knowing well enough that I had done right, but feeling sorry in my heart for poor Babylon all the same. So I sat down by the window and had a good cry all to myself.
"In half an hour James called me to his master"s room. He was white as marble, and tears stood in his eyes. He took my two hands in his, pressed them hard, then, leaning one elbow on the table, covered his face with his hand. I saw great tears drop through his fingers; they broke my heart. The first thing I knew, down I had fallen on my two knees, and was kissing his other hand as if he had been my dear mistress who is dead and gone. That night I told him everything about Miss Jessie, and all your goodness. Oh! how he thanked me! Miss Hyde, don"t ever want to see a man cry; it"s enough to break one"s heart!
"The next morning Mrs. Dennison and her servant had left the hotel. In three days I shall be on my way home. Do be glad to see Lottie; for she feels like a bird far away from its nest, and has been, ever since she left the Ridge.
"Your old friend till death, LOTTIE."
CHAPTER LXXVII.
ALL TOGETHER AGAIN.
After reading this letter, I told Jessie everything. She had no heart to read the journal in my possession, and its worst points--those which related to her mother"s death--I kept from her in common mercy. Of course, all that she did learn was a relief to her. She knew that her father would soon be at home again, and that no cause of estrangement now existed between them. This removed the only shadow now falling upon her young life. That very day she began preparations for her father"s return; and when young Bosworth came, there was a joyous consultation between them about the best way of receiving him. I saw them looking toward me and whispering mysteriously. Were they consulting about the propriety of my residence in the house after they left it? The thought fell upon me with a shock of such pain as I pray G.o.d may never be repeated. Let what will come, my fate seems to be one of utter loneliness. But I am glad to see these young people so happy: never, I do think, was love more complete than that which exists between them now.
It scarcely seemed possible for a letter to reach us from Europe, when Lottie herself rushed in upon us with an exquisite French bonnet on her head, and a dress that trailed sumptuously behind her little figure. In she came, darting through the room like an arrow, and was in my arms, bathing my face with tears and smothering me with kisses, before I was quite aware of her presence. When Jessie came in with Mr. Bosworth, who had been walking with her in the garden, Lottie sprang upon her like a pet spaniel, clung to her neck, her waist, and at last fell to the floor in an outburst of gladness, and embraced her knees, crying, laughing, and murmuring words of tender endearment, in which some rather curious French was mingled.
After this Lottie resumed her self-poise. She shook hands with young Bosworth in a patronizing way, and gave the servants an audience in the bas.e.m.e.nt sitting-room, informing them all that she had just returned from a pleasure-trip to Europe, where she had seen the Emperor, and should, doubtless, have been invited to court, only the Empress did not happen to be very well while she was in Paris.
In this way that strange, heroic girl came back to her old home, which was brighter and more cheerful after she resumed her place, not as a servant, but as a tried friend of the family, which she retained till her marriage with James.
A fortnight after Lottie"s return, Mr. Lee came home. He sent us a letter from New York, saying that he had landed there, and desiring that the cause and events connected with his absence might never be mentioned among us after his return. Everything was understood and explained; all that he asked now was a perfect reunion.
One night about dusk, Mr. Lee came home very quietly and quite unannounced. He was calm, cheerful, and his own n.o.ble self again, and his absence seemed almost like a dream to us.