Emily entered the room.The door was immediately closed on her from the outer side.Mrs.Ellmother's heavy steps were heard retreating along the passage.Then the banging of the door that led into the kitchen shook the flimsily-built cottage.Then,there was silence.
The dim light of a lamp hidden away in a corner and screened by a dingy green shade,just revealed the closely-curtained bed,and the table near it bearing medicine-bottles and glasses.The only objects on the chimney-piece were a clock that had been stopped in mercy to the sufferer's irritable nerves,and an open case containing a machine for pouring drops into the eyes.The smell of fumigating pastilles hung heavily on the air.To Emily's excited imagination,the silence was like the silence of death.
She approached the bed trembling."Won't you speak to me,aunt?""Is that you,Emily?Who let you come in?"
"You said I might come in,dear.Are you thirsty?I see some lemonade on the table.Shall I give it to you?""No!If you open the bed-curtains,you let in the light.My poor eyes!Why are you here,my dear?Why are you not at the school?""It's holiday-time,aunt.Besides,I have left school for good.""Left school?"Miss Letitia's memory made an effort,as she repeated those words."You were going somewhere when you left school,"she said,"and Cecilia Wyvil had something to do with it.Oh,my love,how cruel of you to go away to a stranger,when you might live here with me!"She paused--her sense of what she had herself just said began to grow confused."What stranger?"she asked abruptly."Was it a man?What name?Oh,my mind!Has death got hold of my mind before my body?""Hush!hush!I'll tell you the name.Sir Jervis Redwood.""I don't know him.I don't want to know him.Do you think he means to send for you.Perhaps he hassent for you.I won't allow it!You shan't go!""Don't excite yourself,dear!I have refused to go;I mean to stay here with you."The fevered brain held to its last idea."Hashe sent for you?"she said again,louder than before.
Emily replied once more,in terms carefully chosen with the one purpose of pacifying her.The attempt proved to be useless,and worse--it seemed to make her suspicious."I won't be deceived!"she said;"I mean to know all about it.He did send for you.Whom did he send?""His housekeeper."
"What name?"The tone in which she put the question told of excitement that was rising to its climax."Don't you know that I'm curious about names?"she burst out."Why do you provoke me?
Who is it?"
"Nobody you know,or need care about,dear aunt.Mrs.Rook."Instantly on the utterance of that name,there followed an unexpected result.Silence ensued.
Emily waited--hesitated--advanced,to part the curtains,and look in at her aunt.She was stopped by a dreadful sound of laughter--the cheerless laughter that is heard among the mad.It suddenly ended in a dreary sigh.
Afraid to look in,she spoke,hardly knowing what she said."Is there anything you wish for?Shall I call--?"Miss Letitia's voice interrupted her.Dull,low,rapidly muttering,it was unlike,shockingly unlike,the familiar voice of her aunt.It said strange words.
"Mrs.Rook?What does Mrs.Rook matter?Or her husband either?
Bony,Bony,you're frightened about nothing.Where's the danger of those two people turning up?Do you know how many miles away the village is?Oh,you fool--a hundred miles and more.Never mind the coroner,the coroner must keep in his own district--and the jury too.A risky deception?I call it a pious fraud.And Ihave a tender conscience,and a cultivated mind.The newspaper?
How is ournewspaper to find its way to her,I should like to know?You poor old Bony!Upon my word you do me good--you make me laugh."The cheerless laughter broke out again--and died away again drearily in a sigh.
Accustomed to decide rapidly in the ordinary emergencies of her life,Emily felt herself painfully embarrassed by the position in which she was now placed.
After what she had already heard,could she reconcile it to her sense of duty to her aunt to remain any longer in the room?
In the hopeless self-betrayal of delirium,Miss Letitia had revealed some act of concealment,committed in her past life,and confided to her faithful old servant.Under these circumstances,had Emily made any discoveries which convicted her of taking a base advantage of her position at the bedside?Most assuredly not!The nature of the act of concealment;the causes that had led to it;the person (or persons)affected by it--these were mysteries which left her entirely in the dark.She had found out that her aunt was acquainted with Mrs.Rook,and that was literally all she knew.
Blameless,so far,in the line of conduct that she had pursued,might she still remain in the bed-chamber--on this distinct understanding with herself:that she would instantly return to the sitting-room if she heard anything which could suggest a doubt of Miss Letitia's claim to her affection and respect?After some hesitation,she decided on leaving it to her conscience to answer that question.Does conscience ever say,No--when inclination says,Yes?Emily's conscience sided with her reluctance to leave her aunt.
