Miss Letitia was silent,when the new nurse softly parted the curtains--looked in--and drew them together again.Consulting her watch,Mrs.Mosey compared her written directions with the medicine-bottles on the table,and set one apart to be used at the appointed time."Nothing,so far,to alarm us,"she whispered."You look sadly pale and tired,miss.Might I advise you to rest a little?""If there is any change,Mrs.Mosey--either for the better or the worse--of course you will let me know?""Certainly,miss."
Emily returned to the sitting-room:not to rest (after all that she had heard),but to think.
Amid much that was unintelligible,certain plain conclusions presented themselves to her mind.
After what the doctor had already said to Emily,on the subject of delirium generally,Mrs.Ellmother's proceedings became intelligible:they proved that she knew by experience the perilous course taken by her mistress's wandering thoughts,when they expressed themselves in words.This explained the concealment of Miss Letitia's illness from her niece,as well as the reiterated efforts of the old servant to prevent Emily from entering the bedroom.
But the event which had just happened--that is to say,Mrs.
Ellmother's sudden departure from the cottage--was not only of serious importance in itself,but pointed to a startling conclusion.
The faithful maid had left the mistress,whom she had loved and served,sinking under a fatal illness--and had put another woman in her place,careless of what that woman might discover by listening at the bedside--rather than confront Emily after she had been within hearing of her aunt while the brain of the suffering woman was deranged by fever.There was the state of the case,in plain words.
In what frame of mind had Mrs.Ellmother adopted this desperate course of action?
To use her own expression,she had deserted Miss Letitia "with a heavy heart."To judge by her own language addressed to Mrs.
Mosey,she had left Emily to the mercy of a stranger--animated,nevertheless,by sincere feelings of attachment and respect.That her fears had taken for granted suspicion which Emily had not felt,and discoveries which Emily had (as yet)not made,in no way modified the serious nature of the inference which her conduct justified.The disclosure which this woman dreaded--who could doubt it now?--directly threatened Emily's peace of mind.
There was no disguising it:the innocent niece was associated with an act of deception,which had been,until that day,the undetected secret of the aunt and the aunt's maid.
In this conclusion,and in this only,was to be found the rational explanation of Mrs.Ellmother's choice--placed between the alternatives of submitting to discovery by Emily,or of leaving the house.
Poor Miss Letitia's writing-table stood near the window of the sitting-room.Shrinking from the further pursuit of thoughts which might end in disposing her mind to distrust of her dying aunt,Emily looked round in search of some employment sufficiently interesting to absorb her attention.The writing-table reminded her that she owed a letter to Cecilia.
That helpful friend had surely the first claim to know why she had failed to keep her engagement with Sir Jervis Redwood.
After mentioning the telegram which had followed Mrs.Rook's arrival at the school,Emily's letter proceeded in these terms:
"As soon as I had in some degree recovered myself,I informed Mrs.Rook of my aunt's serious illness.
"Although she carefully confined herself to commonplace expressions of sympathy,I could see that it was equally a relief to both of us to feel that we were prevented from being traveling companions.Don't suppose that I have taken a capricious dislike to Mrs.Rook--or that you are in any way to blame for the unfavorable impression which she has produced on me.I will make this plain when we meet.In the meanwhile,I need only tell you that I gave her a letter of explanation to present to Sir Jervis Redwood.I also informed him of my address in London:adding a request that he would forward your letter,in case you have written to me before you receive these lines.
"Kind Mr.Alban Morris accompanied me to the railway-station,and arranged with the guard to take special care of me on the journey to London.We used to think him rather a heartless man.We were quite wrong.I don't know what his plans are for spending the summer holidays.Go where he may,I remember his kindness;my best wishes go with him.
"My dear,I must not sadden your enjoyment of your pleasant visit to the Engadine,by writing at any length of the sorrow that I am suffering.You know how I love my aunt,and how gratefully I have always felt her motherly goodness to me.The doctor does not conceal the truth.At her age,there is no hope:my father's last-left relation,my one dearest friend,is dying.
"No!I must not forget that I have another friend--I must find some comfort in thinking of you.
"I do so long in my solitude for a letter from my dear Cecilia.
Nobody comes to see me,when I most want sympathy;I am a stranger in this vast city.The members of my mother's family are settled in Australia:they have not even written to me,in all the long years that have passed since her death.You remember how cheerfully I used to look forward to my new life,on leaving school?Good-by,my darling.While I can see your sweet face,in my thoughts,I don't despair--dark as it looks now--of the future that is before me."Emily had closed and addressed her letter,and was just rising from her chair,when she heard the voice of the new nurse at the door.