Part 40 (1/2)
After a moment's pause, I said, ”I was directed to this house as the abode of Mr. Ephraim Williams. Can he be seen, madam?”
”He is not in town at present. If you will leave a message with me, I will punctually deliver it.”
The thought suddenly occurred, whether any more was needful than merely to leave the bills suitably enclosed, as they already were, in a packet.
Thus all painful explanations might be avoided, and I might have reason to congratulate myself on his seasonable absence. Actuated by these thoughts, I drew forth the packet, and put it into her hand, saying, ”I will leave this in your possession, and must earnestly request you to keep it safe until you can deliver it into his own hands.”
Scarcely had I said this before new suggestions occurred. Was it right to act in this clandestine and mysterious manner? Should I leave these persons in uncertainty respecting the fate of a husband and a brother?
What perplexities, misunderstandings, and suspenses might not grow out of this uncertainty? and ought they not to be precluded at any hazard to my own safety or good name?
These sentiments made me involuntarily stretch forth my hand to retake the packet. This gesture, and other significances in my manners, joined to a trembling consciousness in herself, filled my companion with all the tokens of confusion and fear. She alternately looked at me and at the paper. Her trepidation increased, and she grew pale. These emotions were counteracted by a strong effort.
At length she said, falteringly, ”I will take good care of them, and will give them to my brother.”
She rose and placed them in a drawer, after which she resumed her seat.
On this occasion all my wariness forsook me. I cannot explain why my perplexity and the trouble of my thoughts were greater upon this than upon similar occasions. However it be, I was incapable of speaking, and fixed my eyes upon the floor. A sort of electrical sympathy pervaded my companion, and terror and anguish were strongly manifested in the glances which she sometimes stole at me. We seemed fully to understand each other without the aid of words.
This imbecility could not last long. I gradually recovered my composure, and collected my scattered thoughts. I looked at her with seriousness, and steadfastly spoke:--”Are you the wife of Amos Watson?”
She started:--”I am indeed. Why do you ask? Do you know any thing of----?” There her voice failed.
I replied with quickness, ”Yes. I am fully acquainted with his destiny.”
”Good G.o.d!” she exclaimed, in a paroxysm of surprise, and bending eagerly forward, ”my husband is then alive! This packet is from him.
Where is he? When have you seen him?”
”'Tis a long time since.”
”But where, where is he now? Is he well? Will he return to me?”
”Never.”
”Merciful Heaven!” (looking upwards and clasping her hands,) ”I thank thee at least for his life! But why has he forsaken me? Why will he not return?”
”For a good reason,” said I, with augmented solemnity, ”he will never return to thee. Long ago was he laid in the cold grave.”
She shrieked; and, at the next moment, sunk in a swoon upon the floor. I was alarmed. The two children shrieked, and ran about the room terrified and unknowing what they did. I was overwhelmed with somewhat like terror, yet I involuntarily raised the mother in my arms, and cast about for the means of recalling her from this fit.
Time to effect this had not elapsed, when several persons, apparently Mrs. Watson's neighbours, and raised by the outcries of the girls, hastily entered the room. They looked at me with mingled surprise and suspicion; but my att.i.tude, being not that of an injurer but helper; my countenance, which showed the pleasure their entrance, at this critical moment, afforded me; and my words, in which I besought their a.s.sistance, and explained, in some degree, and briefly, the cause of those appearances, removed their ill thoughts.
Presently, the unhappy woman, being carried by the new-comers into a bedroom adjoining, recovered her sensibility. I only waited for this. I had done my part. More information would be useless to her, and not to be given by me, at least in the present audience, without embarra.s.sment and peril. I suddenly determined to withdraw, and this, the attention of the company being otherwise engaged, I did without notice. I returned to my inn, and shut myself up in my chamber. Such was the change which, undesigned, unforeseen, half an hour had wrought in my situation. My cautious projects had perished in their conception. That which I had deemed so arduous, to require such circ.u.mspect approaches, such well-concerted speeches, was done.
I had started up before this woman as if from the pores of the ground. I had vanished with the same celerity, but had left her in possession of proofs sufficient that I was neither spectre nor demon. ”I will visit her,” said I, ”again. I will see her brother, and know the full effect of my disclosure. I will tell them all that I myself know. Ignorance would be no less injurious to them than to myself; but, first, I will see the Maurices.”
CHAPTER XLI.
Next morning I arose betimes, and equipped myself without delay. I had eight or ten miles to walk, so far from the town being the residence of these people; and I forthwith repaired to their dwelling. The persons whom I desired to see were known to me only by name, and by their place of abode. It was a mother and her three daughters to whom I now carried the means not only of competence but riches; means which they, no doubt, had long ago despaired of regaining, and which, among all possible messengers, one of my age and guise would be the least suspected of being able to restore.