Part 24 (2/2)
”Who has told you?” I said, my heart hardening itself against Richard, who could have spoken of my trouble to a stranger.
”You, yourself,” she answered me.
”I have raved?” I said.
”Yes.”
”And who has heard me?”
”No one else. I sent every one else from the room whenever your delirium became intelligible.”
This made me grateful toward her; and I longed for sympathy. I threw my arms about her and wept bitterly.
”Then you know that I can never cry enough,” I said.
”I do not know that,” she answered. After a vain attempt to soothe me with general words of comfort, she said, with much wisdom, ”Tell me exactly what thought gives you the most pain, now, at this moment.”
”The thought of his dreadful act, and that by it he has lost his soul.”
”We know with Whom all things are possible,” she said, ”and we do not know what cloud may have been over his reason at that moment. Would it comfort you to pray for him?”
”Ought I?” I asked, raising my head.
”I do not know any reason that you ought not,” she returned. ”Shall I say some prayers for him now?”
I grasped her hand: she took a little book from her pocket, and knelt down beside me, holding my hand in hers. Oh, the mercy, the relief of those prayers! They may not have done him any good, but they did me. The hopeless grief that was killing me, I ”wept it from my heart” that hour.
”Promise me one thing,” I whispered as she rose, ”that you will read that prayer, every hour during the day, to-morrow, by my bed, whether I am sleeping or awake.”
”I promise,” she said, and I am sure she kept her word, that day and many others after it.
During my convalescence, which was slow, I had no other person near me, and wanted none. Uncle Leonard came in once a day, and spent a few minutes, much to his discomfort and my disadvantage. Richard I had not seen at all, and dreaded very much to meet. Ann Coddle fretted me, and was very little in the room.
Over these days there is a sort of peace. I was entering upon so much that was new and elevating, under the guidance of Sister Madeline, and was so entirely influenced by her, that I was brought out of my trouble wonderfully. Not out of it, of course, but from under its crus.h.i.+ng weight. I know that I am rather easily influenced, and only too ready to follow those who have won my love. Therefore, I am in every way thankful that I came at such a time under the influence of a mind like that of Sister Madeline.
But the time was approaching for her to go away. I was well enough to do without her, and she had other duties. The sick-room peace and indulgence were over, and I must take up the burden of every-day life again. I was very unhappy, and felt as if I were without stay or guidance.
”To whom am I to go when I am in doubt?” I said; ”you will be so far away.”
”That is what I want to arrange: the next time you are able to go out, I want to take you to some one who can direct you much better than I.”
”A priest?” I asked. ”Tell me one thing: will he give me absolution?”
”I suppose he will, if he finds that you desire it.”
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