Volume Ii Part 70 (2/2)
But still she held it and looked at it ? conscious of no one distinct idea but that, and a faint one besides, that he might like to be repossessed of his property in some reasonable time ? time like everything else was in a whirl? the only steady thing in creation seemed to be that perfectly still and moveless figure by her side ? till her trembling fingers admonished her they would not be able to hold anything much longer; and gently and slowly, without looking, her hand put the book back towards Mr. Carleton. That both were detained together she knew, but hardly felt; ? the thing was that she had given it! ?
There was no other answer; and there was no further need that Mr. Carleton should make any efforts for diverting her from the scene and the circ.u.mstances where they were. Probably he knew that, for he made none. He was perfectly silent for a long time, and Fleda was deaf to any other voice that could be raised, near or far. She could not even think.
Mrs. Renney was happily snoring, and most of the other people had descended into their coat collars, or, figuratively speaking, had lowered their blinds by tilting over their hats in some uncomfortable position that signified sleep; and comparative quiet had blessed the place for some time; as little noticed, indeed, by Fleda, as noise would have been.
The sole thing that she clearly recognized in connexion with the exterior world, was that clasp in which one of her hands lay. She did not know that the car had grown quiet, and that only an occasional grunt of ill-humour or waking-up colloquy testified that it was the unwonted domicile of a number of human beings, who were harbouring there in a disturbed state of mind. But this state of things could not last. The time came that had been threatened, when their last supply of extrinsic warmth was at an end. Despite shut windows, the darkening of the stove was presently followed by a very sensible and fast-increasing change of temperature; and this addition to their causes of discomfort roused every one of the company from his temporary lethargy. The growl of dissatisfied voices awoke again, more gruff than before; the spirit of jesting had long languished, and now died outright, and in its stead came some low, and deep, and bitter-spoken curses. Poor Mrs. Renney shook off her somnolency and shook her shoulders, a little business shake, admonitory to herself to keep cool; and Fleda came to the consciousness that some very disagreeable chills were making their way over her.
”Are you warm enough?” said Mr. Carleton, suddenly, turning to her.
”Not quite,” said Fleda, hesitating; ”I feel the cold a little. Please don't, Mr. Carleton!” she added, earnestly, as she saw him preparing to throw off his cloak, the identical black fox which Constance had described, with so much vivacity; ”pray do not. I am not very cold ? I can bear a little ? I am not so tender as you think me; I do not need it, and you would feel the want very much after wearing it. I won't put it on.”
But he smilingly bade her ”stand up,” stooping down and taking one of her hands to enforce his words, and giving her, at the same time, the benefit of one of those looks of good-humoured wilfulness to which his mother always yielded, and to which Fleda yielded instantly, though with a colour considerably heightened at the slight touch of peremptoriness in his tone.
”You are not offended with me, Elfie?” he said, in another manner, when she had sat down again, and he was arranging the heavy folds of the cloak.
Offended! ? a glance answered.
”You shall have everything your own way,” he whispered, gently, as he stooped down to bring the cloak under her feet, ”_except yourself_.”
What good care should be taken of that exception was said in the dark eye at which Fleda hardly ventured half a glance. She had much ado to command herself.
She was s.h.i.+elded again from all the sights and sounds within reach. She was in a maze. The comfort of the fur-cloak was curiously mixed with the feeling of something else, of which that was an emblem ? a surrounding of care and strength which would effectually be exerted for her protection ? somewhat that Fleda had not known for many a long day ? the making up of the old want. Fleda had it in her heart to cry like a baby.
Such a dash of sunlight had fallen at her feet that she hardly dared look at it for fear of being dazzled; but she could not look anywhere that she did not see the reflection.
In the mean time the carful of people settled again into sullen quietude. The cold was not found propitious to quarrelling. Those who could subsided again into lethargy; those who could not, gathered in their outposts to make the best defence they might of the citadel. Most happily it was not an extreme night; cold enough to be very disagreeable, and even (without a fur-cloak) dangerous; but not enough to put even noses and ears in immediate jeopardy. Mr. Carleton had contrived to procure a comfortable wrapper for Mrs. Renney, from a Yankee, who, for the sake of being a ”warm man” as to his pockets, was willing to be cold otherwise for a time. The rest of the great-coats and cloaks, which were so alert and erect a little while ago, were doubled up on every side in all sorts of despondent att.i.tudes. A dull quiet brooded over the a.s.sembly, and Mr. Carleton walked up and down the vacant s.p.a.ce. Once he caught an anxious glance from Fleda, and came immediately to her side.
”You need not be troubled about me,” he said, with a most genial smile; ”I am not suffering ? never was farther from it in my life.”
Fleda could neither answer nor look.
”There are not many hours of the night to wear out,” he said.
”Can't you follow your neighbour's example?”
She shook her head.
”This watching is too hard for you. You will have another headache to-morrow.”
”No, perhaps not,” she said, with a grateful look up.
”You do not feel the cold now, Elfie?”
”Not at all ? not in the least ? I am perfectly comfortable ?
I am doing very well.”
He stood still, and the changing lights and shades on Fleda's cheek grew deeper.
”Do you know where we are, Mr. Carleton?”
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