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第113章 "IF I COULD FIND A FRIEND!"(1)

Shortly after Miss Ladd had taken her departure,a parcel arrived for Emily,bearing the name of a bookseller printed on the label.

It was large,and it was heavy."Reading enough,I should think,to last for a lifetime,"Mrs.Ellmother remarked,after carrying the parcel upstairs.

Emily called her back as she was leaving the room."I want to caution you,"she said,"before Miss Wyvil comes.Don't tell her--don't tell anybody--how my father met his death.If other persons are taken into our confidence,they will talk of it.We don't know how near to us the murderer may be.The slightest hint may put him on his guard.""Oh,miss,are you still thinking of that!"

"I think of nothing else."

"Bad for your mind,Miss Emily--and bad for your body,as your looks show.I wish you would take counsel with some discreet person,before you move in this matter by yourself."Emily sighed wearily."In my situation,where is the person whom I can trust?""You can trust the good doctor."

"Can I?Perhaps I was wrong when I told you I wouldn't see him.

He might be of some use to me."

Mrs.Ellmother made the most of this concession,in the fear that Emily might change her mind."Doctor Allday may call on you tomorrow,"she said.

"Do you mean that you have sent for him?"

"Don't be angry!I did it for the best--and Mr.Mirabel agreed with me.""Mr.Mirabel!What have you told Mr.Mirabel?""Nothing,except that you are ill.When he heard that,he proposed to go for the doctor.He will be here again to-morrow,to ask for news of your health.Will you see him?""I don't know yet--I have other things to think of.Bring Miss Wyvil up here when she comes.""Am I to get the spare room ready for her?"

"No.She is staying with her father at the London house."Emily made that reply almost with an air of relief.When Cecilia arrived,it was only by an effort that she could show grateful appreciation of the sympathy of her dearest friend.When the visit came to an end,she felt an ungrateful sense of *******:

the restraint was off her mind;she could think again of the one terrible subject that had any interest for her now.Over love,over friendship,over the natural enjoyment of her young life,predominated the blighting resolution which bound her to avenge her father's death.Her dearest remembrances of him--tender remembrances once--now burned in her (to use her own words)like fire.It was no ordinary love that had bound parent and child together in the bygone time.Emily had grown from infancy to girlhood,owing all the brightness of her life--a life without a mother,without brothers,without sisters--to her father alone.

To submit to lose this beloved,this only companion,by the cruel stroke of disease was of all trials of resignation the hardest to bear.But to be severed from him by the murderous hand of a man,was more than Emily's fervent nature could passively endure.

Before the garden gate had closed on her friend she had returned to her one thought,she was breathing again her one aspiration.

The books that she had ordered,with her own purpose in view--books that might supply her want of experience,and might reveal the perils which beset the course that lay before her--were unpacked and spread out on the table.Hour after hour,when the old servant believed that her mistress was in bed,she was absorbed over biographies in English and French,which related the stratagems by means of which famous policemen had captured the worst criminals of their time.From these,she turned to works of fiction,which found their chief topic of interest in dwelling on the discovery of hidden crime.The night passed,and dawn glimmered through the window--and still she opened book after book with sinking courage--and still she gained nothing but the disheartening conviction of her inability to carry out her own plans.Almost every page that she turned over revealed the immovable obstacles set in her way by her *** and her age.Could shemix with the people,or visit the scenes,familiar to the experience of men (in fact and in fiction),who had traced the homicide to his hiding-place,and had marked him among his harmless fellow-creatures with the brand of Cain?No!Ayoung girl following,or attempting to follow,that career,must reckon with insult and outrage--paying their abominable tribute to her youth and her beauty,at every turn.What proportion would the men who might respect her bear to the men who might make her the object of advances,which it was hardly possible to imagine without shuddering.She crept exhausted to her bed,the most helpless,hopeless creature on the wide surface of the earth--a girl self-devoted to the task of a man.

Careful to perform his promise to Mirabel,without delay,the doctor called on Emily early in the morning--before the hour at which he usually entered his consulting-room.

"Well?What's the matter with the pretty young mistress?"he asked,in his most abrupt manner,when Mrs.Ellmother opened the door."Is it love?or jealousy?or a new dress with a wrinkle in it?""You will hear about it,sir,from Miss Emily herself.I am forbidden to say anything.""But you mean to say something--for all that?""Don't joke,Doctor Allday!The state of things here is a great deal too serious for joking.Make up your mind to be surprised--Isay no more."

Before the doctor could ask what this meant,Emily opened the parlor door."Come in!"she said,impatiently.

Doctor Allday's first greeting was strictly professional."My dear child,I never expected this,"he began."You are looking wretchedly ill."He attempted to feel her pulse.She drew her hand away from him.

"It's my mind that's ill,"she answered."Feeling my pulse won't cure me of anxiety and distress.I want advice;I want help.Dear old doctor,you have always been a good friend to me--be a better friend than ever now.""What can I do?"