Part 15 (1/2)
”No, I can't. I have always thought poor wavering d.i.c.k was n.o.body's enemy but his own; but, as to throwing any light on that night's work, I can't do it. Cords should not have dragged me to the inquest to give evidence against d.i.c.k, and for that reason I was glad Locksley never let out that I was on the spot. How the deuce it got about afterward that I was, I can't tell; but that was no matter; my evidence did not help on the verdict. And talking of that, Carlyle, how has it come to your knowledge that Richard Hare accosted me? I have not opened my lips upon it to mortal man.”
”It is of no consequence now,” repeated Mr. Carlyle; ”I do know it, and that is sufficient. I was in hopes you had really seen this man Thorn leave the cottage.”
Otway Bethel shook his head. ”I should not lay too much stress upon any Thorns having been there, were I you, Carlyle. d.i.c.k Hare was as one crazy that night, and might see shapes and forms where there were none.”
CHAPTER IX.
THE SONG AND THE DIRGE.
The concert was to take place on Thursday, and on the following Sat.u.r.day Lord Mount Severn intended finally to quit East Lynne. The necessary preparations for departure were in progress, but when Thursday morning dawned, it appeared a question whether they would not once more be rendered nugatory. The house was roused betimes, and Mr. Wainwright, the surgeon from West Lynne, summoned to the earl's bedside; he had experienced another and a violent attack. The peer was exceedingly annoyed and vexed, and very irritable.
”I may be kept here a week--a month--a fortnight--a month longer, now!”
he uttered fretfully to Isabel.
”I am very sorry, papa. I dare say you do find East Lynne dull.”
”Dull! That's not it; I have other reasons for wis.h.i.+ng East Lynne to be quit of us. And now you can't go to the concert.”
Isabel's face flushed. ”Not go, papa?”
”Why, who is to take you. I can't get out of bed.”
”Oh, papa, I must be there. Otherwise it would like almost as though--as though we had announced what we did not mean to perform. You know it was arranged that we should join the Ducies; the carriage can still take me to the concert room, and I can go in with them.”
”Just as you please. I thought you would have jumped at any plea for staying away.”
”Not at all,” laughed Isabel. ”I should like West Lynne to see that I don't despise Mr. Kane and his concert.”
Later in the day the earl grew alarmingly worse; his paroxysms of pain were awful. Isabel, who was kept from the room, knew nothing of the danger, and the earl's groans did not penetrate to her ears. She dressed herself in a gleeful mode, full of laughing willfulness, Marvel, her maid, superintending in stiff displeasure, for the attire chosen did not meet her approbation. When ready, she went into the earl's room.
”Shall I do, papa?”
Lord Mount Severn raised his swollen eyelids and drew the clothes from his flushed face. A s.h.i.+ning vision was standing before him, a beauteous queen, a gleaming fairy; he hardly knew what she looked like. She had put on a white lace hat and her diamonds; the dress was rich, and the jewels gleamed from her delicate arms: and her cheeks were flushed and her curls were flowing.
The earl stared at her in amazement. ”How could you dress yourself off like that for a concert? You are out of yours senses, Isabel.”
”Marvel thinks so, too,” was the gay answer; ”she has had a cross face since I told her what to put on. But I did it on purpose, papa; I thought I would show those West Lynne people that I think the poor man's moment worth going to, and worth dressing for.”
”You will have the whole room gaping at you.”
”I don't mind. I'll bring you word all about it. Let them gape.”
”You vain child! You have so dressed yourself to please your vanity.
But, Isabel, you--oooh!”
Isabel started as she stood; the earl's groan of pain was dreadful.