Part 27 (2/2)
”Better go to sleep, my lady,” was Janet's sympathizing reply; ”things seem always worse in the dark; most likely we shall hear the master is better to-morrow. Saville says he has a deal of strength in him and will cheat the doctors yet;” and somehow this homely consolation soothed Fay, and by and by she slept the unbroken sleep of youth.
Dr. Martin listened to Mrs. Heron's account with a very grave face the next morning, but he chose to make light of the whole affair to Fay.
”You hardly deserve to be told that this escapade of yours, Lady Redmond, has done our patient no harm,” he observed, in a half-joking voice. ”Sir Hugh is quieter to-day--much quieter. I should not be surprised if there be decided improvement in a few hours, but,” as Fay's eyes filled with tears of thankfulness, ”it was a very risky thing to do, and as you deserve to be punished for it, I must insist that these ponies of yours, who are eating their heads off with idleness, shall be put in harness at once, and you will please take a long drive that will not bring you within sight of Redmond Hall for the next two hours.”
Fay laughed at the doctor's grim face, but she was ready to promise him obedience if Hugh were better; she was quite willing to take the drive; she rang and ordered the ponies at once, and took the reins in her own hands. The fresh spring suns.h.i.+ne was delicious; the soft breezes seemed laden with messages of hope. Dr. Martin was right when he ordered that drive. Fay's little pale face looked less miserable as she restrained her ponies' frolics. She found herself listening to the birds and noticing the young spring foliage with her old interest as they drove through the leafy lanes. Fay had just turned her ponies'
heads toward the winding road that led straight to the sh.o.r.e, when the frisky little animals s.h.i.+ed playfully at a lady in a gray cloak who was standing by the hedge looking at a nest of young linnets. As she turned Fay saw that it was Miss Ferrers, and involuntarily checked her ponies, and at the same moment Miss Ferrers stepped into the road.
”Oh, Lady Redmond,” she said, and Fay wondered why she was so pale.
Had she been ill too? ”This is a most unexpected pleasure. May I--may I”--hesitating for a moment, ”ask you to stop and speak to me?”
”Certainly,” returned Fay; and with quick impulse she handed the reins to the groom, and sprung into the road. ”Take the ponies up and down, Ford; I shall not be long. I was just going down on the beach for a breath of sea-air,” she continued, turning to Margaret, ”and I am so glad I have met you, because we can go together,” for she thought Hugh would certainly not mind her exchanging a few courteous words with Miss Ferrers when they met face to face; besides Miss Ferrers had asked to speak to her.
”I wanted to know--but of course I see by your face--that Sir Hugh is better,” began Margaret, but her dry lips would hardly fas.h.i.+on the words.
”Oh, yes,” returned Fay, eagerly. ”Doctor Martin says he is quieter, much quieter, this morning, and he hopes to find decided improvement in a few hours; oh, Miss Ferrers, it has been such a terrible time, I do not know how I have lived through it.”
”It must have been dreadful for you, and you are looking ill yourself, Lady Redmond,” with a pitying glance at the small white face that looked smaller and thinner since she saw it last.
”I do not know how I have been,” returned Fay, simply. ”I seemed to have no feeling, the time pa.s.sed somehow, it was always meal-time, and one could not eat, and then night came, but it was not always possible to sleep. I was always wandering about, and it did not seem easy to pray, and then they came and told me it was wrong to grieve so, but how could I help it?”
”Was there no one to come to you, to be with you, I mean?” but Fay shook her head.
”I did not want them. Aunt Griselda would have come, but I would not let them send for her, she would only have troubled me. Erle--Erle Huntingdon I mean--came down, but I did not want to see him; it only made me cry, so he went away, and since then I have been alone.”
”Poor child,” returned Margaret, softly. Yes, she was not too young to suffer; she and Raby had not done full justice to her. The childish face had lost its baby roundness; the beautiful eyes were dim with weeping; the strained white look of endurance that one sees on older faces was on hers: and, with a sudden impulse that she could not control, Margaret stooped and kissed her. ”Oh, I am so sorry for you, what you must have suffered,” she said, in a voice that seemed full of tears.
Fay responded to the caress most warmly. ”Oh, you are always so kind; one feels you understand without telling. I thought you would be sorry for me. Do you know I did something dreadfully wrong yesterday; they have never let me see him--they have shut me out of my husband's room--but last evening Saville left the door ajar, and I went in.”
”You went in; oh, Lady Redmond!” and Margaret shuddered as though the sea breezes chilled her.
”Yes, and he did not know me; fancy a husband not knowing his wife.
They had cut off his beautiful hair, and be looked so strange, and his eyes were so bright and large, and then, when I kissed him, he pushed me away. Miss Ferrers”--with a quick remembrance of the housekeeper's words--”you were old friends, at least Hugh said so; do you remember his ever speaking of a little sister who died?”
”Oh, yes,” returned Margaret, quickly; ”little Joyce; he was very fond of her as a boy, she was a lovely little creature.”
”Joyce, but her name was Margaret, Mrs. Heron says.”
”To be sure, I remember now, Margaret Joyce; it is engraved so on the tombstone, but they never called her Margaret, it was always Joyce.”
”How strange,” replied Fay, in a puzzled tone; they were standing on a little strip of beach now, and the waves were coming in with a lazy splash and ripple; there was no one in sight, and only a little boat with sails rocking in the distance; how calm and still and peaceful it looked. ”Little Joyce,” she repeated, dreamily, while the soft sea breeze fanned the little tendrils of hair from her temples; ”but it was dear Margaret for whom he was asking.”
There was a quick gasp strangled before it rose to a sob--for one moment Margaret thought she was in danger of swooning--the sky seemed whirling, the sea was all round her, the sand was nothing but a giddy circle of purple and rose, and blinding yellow; then it pa.s.sed, there was firm ground under her feet, the mist cleared before her eyes, and Fay was holding her by the arm.
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