Part 16 (2/2)

But I kept wondering how I should sustain myself if I should be called upon to meet him once again.

CHAPTER XIV.

GUARDED.

Forever at her side, and yet forever lonely, I shall unto the end have made life's journey, only Daring to ask for naught, and having naught received.

_Felix Arvers_.

Duty to G.o.d is duty to her; I think G.o.d, who created her, will save her too Some new way, by one miracle the more Without me. Then, prayer may avail, perhaps.

_R. Browning_.

”Mr. Langenau is coming down to-day,” said Charlotte Benson in a stage-whisper, as we took our places at the table, a week after this. ”I met him in the hall about an hour ago, looking like a ghost, and he told me he was coming down to dinner.”

”_Vraiment_,” said Sophie, looking a little disconcerted. ”Well, he shall have Charley's place. Charley isn't coming.”

”I hope he's in a better temper than that last day we saw him,” said Henrietta.

”Poor fellow!” said Charlotte, ”that was the day before the fever began.

It was coming on: that was the reason of it all, no doubt. He looks ghastly enough now. You'll forgive all, the moment that you see him.”

Charlotte had forgiven him herself, though she had never resumed the role of Florence Nightingale. Since he had given up the library and removed to his own room, he had been quite lost to all, and n.o.body seemed to have gone near him, not even Sophie, who would have been glad to forget that he existed, without doubt.

Richard's eyes were on me as Charlotte said ”Hus.h.!.+” and a step crossed the hall in the pause that ensued. Kilian, sitting next me, began to talk to me at that moment, the moment that Mr. Langenau entered the room. And I think I answered quite coherently: though two sets of words were going through my brain, the answer to his commonplace question, and the words that Mr. Langenau had said that night, ”Pauline, I shall never look into your eyes again, I shall never touch your hand.”

It seemed to me an even chance which sentence saw the day; but as the walls did not fall down about me and no face looked amazement, I found I must have answered Kilian's question with propriety.

There were many voices speaking at once; but there was such a ringing in my ears, I could not distinguish who spoke, or what was said: for a moment I was lost, if any one had taken advantage of it. But gradually I regained my senses: one after another they each took up their guard again: and I looked up. And met his eyes? No; but let mine rest upon his face. And then I found I had not measured my temptation, and that there was something to do besides defending myself from others' eyes. For there was to defend myself from my own heart. The pa.s.sion of pity and tenderness that rushed over me as my eyes fell on his haggard face, so strong and yet so wan, swept away for the moment the defences against the public gaze. I could have fallen down at his feet before them all and told him that I loved him.

A few moments more of the sound of commonplace words, and the repulsion of every-day faces and expressions, swept me back into the circle of conventionalities, and brought me under the force of that current that keeps us from high tragedy.

All during the meal Mr. Langenau was grave and silent, speaking little and then with effort. He had overrated his strength, perhaps, for he went away before the end of the dinner, asking to be excused, in a tone almost inaudible. After he had gone, a good many commentaries were offered. Kilian seemed to express the sense of the a.s.sembly when he said: ”The man looks shockingly, and he's not out of the woods yet.”

Sophie looked troubled: she had some compunctions for the neglect of the last few days, perhaps.

”What does the Doctor say?” pursued her brother.

”Nothing, I suppose--for he hasn't been here for a week, almost.”

”Well, then, you'd better send for him, if you don't want the fellow to die on your hands. He's not fit to be out of bed, and you'll have trouble if you don't look out.”

”As if I hadn't had trouble,” returned his sister, almost peevishly.

”Well, I beg your pardon, Sophie. But I fancied you and Miss Charlotte were in charge; and I thought about ten days ago, your patient was in a fair way to be killed with kindness, and it's a little of a surprise to me to find he's being let alone so very systematically.”

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