Part 36 (1/2)

”Why?”

Dr. Willis looked at Lady Ba.s.sett, as much as to say, ”I shall not give _him_ my real reason;” and then said, ”I think it very undesirable you should be excited and provoked, until your health is thoroughly restored.”

Dr. Willis wrote a prescription, and retired.

Lady Ba.s.sett sank into a chair, and trembled all over. Her divining fit was on her; she saw the hand of the enemy, and filled with vague fears.

Mary Wells tried to, comfort her. ”I'll take care no more strangers get in here,” said she. ”And, my lady, if you are afraid, why not have the keepers, and two or three more, to sleep in the house? for, as for them footmen, they be too soft to fight.”

”I will,” said Lady Ba.s.sett; ”but I fear it will be no use. Our enemy has so many resources unknown to me. How can a poor woman fight with a shadow, that comes in a moment and strikes; and then is gone and leaves his victim trembling?”

Then she slipped into the dressing-room and became hysterical, out of her husband's sight and hearing.

Mary Wells nursed her, and, when she was better, whispered in her ear, ”Lose no more time, then. Cure him. You know the way.”

CHAPTER XVII.

IN the present condition of her mind these words produced a strange effect on Lady Ba.s.sett. She quivered, and her eyes began to rove in that peculiar way I have already noticed; and then she started up and walked wildly to and fro; and then she kneeled down and prayed; and then, alarmed, perplexed, exhausted, she went and leaned her head on her patient's shoulder, and wept softly a long time.

Some days pa.s.sed, and no more strangers attempted to see Sir Charles.

Lady Ba.s.sett was beginning to breathe again, when she was afflicted by an unwelcome discovery.

Mary Wells fainted away so suddenly that, but for Lady Ba.s.sett's quick eye and ready hand, she would have fallen heavily.

Lady Ba.s.sett laid her head down and loosened her stays, and discovered her condition. She said nothing till the young woman was well, and then she taxed her with it.

Mary denied it plump; but, seeing her mistress's disgust at the falsehood, she owned it with many tears.

Being asked how she could so far forget herself, she told Lady Ba.s.sett she had long been courted by a respectable young man; he had come to the village, bound on a three years' voyage, to bid her good-by, and, what with love and grief at parting, they had been betrayed into folly; and now he was on the salt seas, little dreaming in what condition he had left her: ”and,” said she, ”before ever he can write to me, and I to him, I shall be a ruined girl; that is why I wanted to put an end to myself; I _will,_ too, unless I can find some way to hide it from the world.”

Lady Ba.s.sett begged her to give up those desperate thoughts; she would think what could be done for her. Lady Ba.s.sett could say no more to her just then, for she was disgusted with her.

But when she came to reflect that, after all, this was not a lady, and that she appeared by her own account to be the victim of affection and frailty rather than of vice, she made some excuses; and then the girl had laid aside her trouble, her despair, and given her sorrowful mind to nursing and comforting Sir Charles. This would have outweighed a crime, and it made the wife's bowels yearn over the unfortunate girl.

”Mary,” said she, ”others must judge you; I am a wife, and can only see your fidelity to my poor husband. I don't know what I shall do without you, but I think it is my duty to send you to him if possible. You are sure he really loves you?”

”Me cross the seas after a young man?” said Mary Wells. ”I'd as lieve hang myself on the nighest tree and make an end. No, my lady, if you are really my friend, let me stay here as long as I can--I will never go downstairs to be seen--and then give me money enough to get my trouble over unbeknown to my sister; she is all my fear. She is married to a gentleman, and got plenty of money, and I shall never want while she lives, and behave myself; but she would never forgive me if she knew. She is a hard woman; she is not like you, my lady. I'd liever cut my hand off than I'd trust her as I would you.”

Lady Ba.s.sett was not quite insensible to this compliment; but she felt uneasy.

”What, help you to deceive your sister?”

”For her good. Why, if any one was to go and tell her about me now, she'd hate them for telling her almost as much as she would hate me.”

Lady Ba.s.sett was sore perplexed. Unable to see quite clear in the matter, she naturally reverted to her husband and his interest. That dictated her course. She said, ”Well, stay with us, Mary, as long as you can; and then money shall not be wanting to hide your shame from all the world; but I hope when the time comes you will alter your mind and tell your sister. May I ask what her name is?”

Mary, after a moment's hesitation, said her name was Marsh.