Part 5 (1/2)

”You have the best head in the world, my love. I don't know whatever I should do without you.”

”Luckily you are never likely to be tried. So give me a kiss; and good night, Johanna.”

I mis...o...b.. many will say I am writing about small, ridiculously small, things. Yet is not the whole of life made up of infinitesimally small things? And in its strange and solemn mosaic, the full pattern of which we never see clearly till looking back on it from far away, dare we say of any thing which the hand of Eternal Wisdom has put together, that it is too common or too small?

CHAPTER IV.

While her anxious mistresses were thus talking her over the servant lay on her humble bed and slept. They knew she did, for they heard her heavy breathing through the thin part.i.tion wall. Whether, as Hilary suggested, she was too ignorant to notice the days of the week, or month, or, as Selina thought, too stupid to care for any thing beyond eating, drinking, and sleeping. Elizabeth manifested no anxiety about herself or her destiny.

She went about her work just as usual; a little quicker and readier, now she was becoming familiarized to it; but she said nothing. She was undoubtedly a girl of silent and undemonstrative nature.

”Sometimes still waters run deep,” said Miss Hilary.

”Nevertheless. there are such things as ca.n.a.ls,” replied Johanna.

”When do you mean to have your little talk with her?”

Hilary did not know. She was sitting, rather more tired than usual, by the school-room fire, the little people having just departed for their Sat.u.r.day half-holiday. Before clearing off the debris which they always left behind, she stood a minute at the window, refres.h.i.+ng her eyes with the green field opposite, and the far-away wood, crowned by a dim white monument, visible in fair weather, on which those bright brown eyes had a trick of lingering, even in the middle of school hours. For the wood and the hill beyond belonged to a n.o.bleman's ”show” estate, five miles off--the only bit of real landscape beauty that Hilary had ever beheld. There, during the last holidays but one, she, her sisters, her nephew, and, by his own special request, Mr. Lyon, had spent a whole long, merry, midsummer day. She wondered whether such a day would ever come again!

But spring was coming again, any how; the field looked smiling and green, specked here and there with white dots which, she opined.

might possibly be daisies. She half wished she was not too old and dignified to dart across the road, leap the sunk fence, and run to see.

”I think, Johanna--Hark, what can that be?”

For at this instant somebody came tearing down the stairs, opened the front door, and did--exactly what Hilary had just been wis.h.i.+ng to do.

”It's Elizabeth, without her bonnet or shawl, with something white flying behind her. How she is das.h.i.+ng across the field! What can she be after? Just look.”

But loud screams from Selina's room, the front, one, where she had been lying in bed all morning, quite obliterated the little servant from their minds. The two sisters ran hastily up stairs.

Selina was sitting up, in undisguised terror and agitation.

”Stop her! Hold her! I'm sure she has gone mad. Lock the door, or she'll come back and murder us all.”

”Who? Elizabeth! Was she here? What has been the matter?”

But it was some time before they could make out any thing. At last they gathered that Elizabeth had been waiting upon Miss Selina, putting vinegar cloths on her head, and doing various things about the room. ”She is very handy when one is ill.” even Selina allowed.

”And I a.s.sure you I was talking most kindly to her; about the duties of her position, and how she ought to dress better, and be more civil behaved, or else she never could except to keep any place. And she stood in her usual sulky way of listening, never answering a word--with her back to me, staring right out of window. And I had just said, Elizabeth, my girl'--indeed, Hilary, I was talking to her in my very kindest way--”

”I've no doubt of it--but do get on.”

”When she suddenly turned round, s.n.a.t.c.hed a clean towel from a chair back, and another from my head--actually from my very head, Johanna--and out she ran. I called after her, but she took no more notice than if I had been a stone. And she left the door wide open--blowing upon me. Oh, dear; she has given me my death of cold.”

And Selina broke out into piteous complainings.

Her elder sister soothed her as well as she could, while Hilary ran down to the front door and looked, and enquired every where for Elizabeth. She was not to be seen on field or road; and along that quiet terrace not a soul had even perceived her quit the house.

”It's a very odd thing.” said Hilary, returning. ”What can have come over the girl? You are sure, Selina, that you said nothing which--”

”Now I know what you are going to say, You are going to blame me.