Part 66 (1/2)

”I did, I did; I wanted to force you to see me.”

”Well, signora, I am here.”

”How cold you are to me. But I suppose I must put up with that.

I know you think you have reason to be displeased with us all.

Poor Bertie; if you knew all, you would not be angry with him.”

”I am not angry with your brother--not in the least. But I hope you did not send for me here to talk about him.”

”If you are angry with Charlotte, that is worse, for you have no warmer friend in all Barchester. But I did not send for you to talk about this--pray bring your chair nearer, Mrs. Bold, so that I may look at you. It is so unnatural to see you keeping so far off from me.”

Eleanor did as she was bid and brought her chair close to the sofa.

”And now, Mrs. Bold, I am going to tell you something which you may perhaps think indelicate, but yet I know that I am right in doing so.”

Hereupon Mrs. Bold said nothing but felt inclined to shake in her chair. The signora, she knew, was not very particular, and that which to her appeared to be indelicate might to Mrs. Bold appear to be extremely indecent.

”I believe you know Mr. Arabin?”

Mrs. Bold would have given the world not to blush, but her blood was not at her own command. She did blush up to her forehead, and the signora, who had made her sit in a special light in order that she might watch her, saw that she did so.

”Yes, I am acquainted with him. That is, slightly. He is an intimate friend of Dr. Grantly, and Dr. Grantly is my brother-in-law.”

”Well, if you know Mr. Arabin, I am sure you must like him. I know and like him much. Everybody that knows him must like him.”

Mrs. Bold felt it quite impossible to say anything in reply to this.

Her blood was rus.h.i.+ng about her body she knew not how or why. She felt as though she were swinging in her chair, and she knew that she was not only red in the face but also almost suffocated with heat.

However, she sat still and said nothing.

”How stiff you are with me, Mrs. Bold,” said the signora; ”and I the while am doing for you all that one woman can do to serve another.”

A kind of thought came over the widow's mind that perhaps the signora's friends.h.i.+p was real, and that at any rate it could not hurt her; and another kind of thought, a glimmering of a thought, came to her also--that Mr. Arabin was too precious to be lost. She despised the signora, but might she not stoop to conquer? It should be but the smallest fraction of a stoop!

”I don't want to be stiff,” she said, ”but your questions are so very singular.”

”Well, then, I will ask you one more singular still,” said Madeline Neroni, raising herself on her elbow and turning her own face full upon her companion's. ”Do you love him, love him with all your heart and soul, with all the love your bosom can feel? For I can tell you that he loves you, adores you, wors.h.i.+ps you, thinks of you and nothing else, is now thinking of you as he attempts to write his sermon for next Sunday's preaching. What would I not give to be loved in such a way by such a man, that is, if I were an object fit for any man to love!”

Mrs. Bold got up from her seat and stood speechless before the woman who was now addressing her in this impa.s.sioned way. When the signora thus alluded to herself, the widow's heart was softened, and she put her own hand, as though caressingly, on that of her companion, which was resting on the table. The signora grasped it and went on speaking.

”What I tell you is G.o.d's own truth; and it is for you to use it as may be best for your own happiness. But you must not betray me. He knows nothing of this. He knows nothing of my knowing his inmost heart. He is simple as a child in these matters. He told me his secret in a thousand ways because he could not dissemble, but he does not dream that he has told it. You know it now, and I advise you to use it.”

Eleanor returned the pressure of the other's hand with an infinitesimal _soupcon_ of a squeeze.

”And remember,” continued the signora, ”he is not like other men.

You must not expect him to come to you with vows and oaths and pretty presents, to kneel at your feet, and kiss your shoe-strings. If you want that, there are plenty to do it, but he won't be one of them.”

Eleanor's bosom nearly burst with a sigh, but Madeline, not heeding her, went on. ”With him, yea will stand for yea, and nay for nay.

Though his heart should break for it, the woman who shall reject him once will have rejected him once and for all. Remember that. And now, Mrs. Bold, I will not keep you, for you are fluttered. I partly guess what use you will make of what I have said to you. If ever you are a happy wife in that man's house, we shall be far away, but I shall expect you to write me one line to say that you have forgiven the sins of the family.”

Eleanor half-whispered that she would, and then, without uttering another word, crept out of the room and down the stairs, opened the front door for herself without hearing or seeing anyone, and found herself in the close.