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The silence in the room justified the inference that he was asleep. If Hester looked in, Hester could do no harm now. Anne accepted the proposal.
âIf you find any thing wrong,â she said, âdonât disturb his brother. Come to me first.â
With that caution she withdrew. It was then nearly two in the morning. She, like Julius, was sinking from fatigue. After waiting a little, and hearing nothing, she threw herself on the sofa in her room. If any thing happened, a knock at the door would rouse her instantly.
In the mean while Hester Dethridge opened Geoffreyâs bedroom door and went in.
The movements and the mutterings which Anne had heard, had been movements and mutterings in his sleep. The doctorâs composing draught, partially disturbed in its operation for the moment only, had recovered its sedative influence on his brain. Geoffrey was in a deep and quiet sleep.
Hester stood near the door, looking at him. She moved to go out againâstoppedâand fixed her eyes suddenly on one of the inner corners of the room.
The same sinister change which had passed over her once already in Geoffreyâs presence, when they met in the kitchen-garden at Windygates, now passed over her again. Her closed lips dropped apart. Her eyes slowly dilatedâmoved, inch by inch from the corner, following something along the empty wall, in the direction of the bedâstopped at the head of the bed, exactly above Geoffreyâs sleeping faceâstared, rigid and glittering, as if they saw a sight of horror close over it. He sighed faintly in his sleep. The sound, slight as it was, broke the spell that held her. She slowly lifted her withered hands, and wrung them above her head; fled back across the passage; and, rushing into her room, sank on her knees at the bedside.
Now, in the dead of night, a strange thing happened. Now, in the silence and the darkness, a hideous secret was revealed.
In the sanctuary of her own roomâwith all the other inmates of the house sleeping round herâthe dumb woman threw off the mysterious and terrible disguise under which she deliberately isolated herself among her fellow-creatures in the hours of the day. Hester Dethridge spoke. In low, thick, smothered accentsâin a wild litany of her ownâshe prayed. She called upon the mercy of God for deliverance from herself; for deliverance from the possession of the Devil; for blindness to fall on her, for death to strike her, so that she might never see that unnamed Horror more! Sobs shook the whole frame of the stony woman whom nothing human moved at other times. Tears poured over those clay-cold cheeks. One by one, the frantic words of her prayer died away on her lips. Fierce shuddering fits shook her from head to foot. She started up from her knees in the darkness. Light! light! light! The unnamed Horror was behind her in his room. The unnamed Horror was looking at her through his open door. She found the match-box, and lit the candle on her tableâlit the two other candles set for ornament only on the mantle pieceâand looked all round the brightly lighted little room. âAha!â she said to herself, wiping the cold sweat of her agony from her face. âCandles to other people. Godâs light to me. Nothing to be seen! nothing to be seen!â Taking one of the candles in her hand, she crossed the passage, with her head down, turned her back on Geoffreyâs open door, closed it quickly and softly, stretching out her hand behind her, and retreated again to her own room. She fastened the door, and took an ink-bottle and a pen from the mantle-piece. After considering for a moment, she hung a handkerchief over the keyhole, and laid an old shawl longwise at the bottom of the door, so as to hide the light in her room from the observation of any one in the house who might wake and come that way. This done, she opened the upper part of her dress, and, slipping her fingers into a secret pocket hidden in the inner side of her stays, produced from it some neatly folded leaves of thin paper. Spread out on the table, the leaves revealed themselvesâall but the lastâas closely covered with writing, in her own hand.
The first leaf was headed by this inscription: âMy Confession. To be put into my coffin, and to be buried with me when I die.â
She turned the manuscript over, so as to get at the last page. The greater part of it was left blank. A few lines of writing, at the top, bore the date of the day of the week and month on which Lady Lundie had dismissed her from her situation at Windygates. The entry was expressed in these terms:
âI have seen IT again to-day. The first time for two months past. In the kitchen-garden. Standing behind the young gentleman whose name is Delamayn. Resist the Devil, and he will flee from you. I have resisted. By prayer. By meditation in solitude. By reading good books. I have left my place. I have lost sight of the young gentleman for good. Who will IT stand behind? and point to next? Lord have mercy upon me! Christ have mercy upon me!â
Under this she now added the following lines, first carefully prefixing the date:
âI have seen IT again to-night. I notice one awful change. IT has appeared twice behind the same person. This has never happened before. This makes the temptation more terrible than ever. To-night, in his bedroom, between the bed-head and the wall, I have seen IT behind young Mr. Delamayn again. The head just above his face, and the finger pointing downward at his throat. Twice behind this one man. And never twice behind any other living creature till now. If I see IT a third time behind himâLord deliver me! Christ deliver me! I darenât think of it. He shall leave my cottage to-morrow. I would fain have drawn back from the bargain, when the stranger took the lodgings for his friend, and the friend proved to be Mr. Delamayn. I didnât like it, even then. After the warning to-night, my mind is made up. He shall go. He may have his money back, if he likes. He shall go. (Memorandum: Felt the temptation whispering this time, and the terror tearing at me all the while, as I have never felt them yet. Resisted, as before, by prayer. Am now going down stairs to meditate against it in solitudeâto fortify myself against it by good books. Lord be merciful to me a sinner!)â
In those words she closed the entry, and put the manuscript back in the secret pocket in her stays.
She went down to the little room looking on the garden, which had once been her brotherâs study. There she lit a lamp, and took some books from a shelf that hung against the wall. The books were the Bible, a volume of Methodist sermons, and a set of collected Memoirs of Methodist saints. Ranging these last carefully round her, in an order of her own, Hester Dethridge sat down with the Bible on her lap to watch out the night.
CHAPTER THE FIFTY-THIRD.
WHAT had happened in the hours of darkness?
This was Anneâs first thought, when the sunlight poured in at her window, and woke her the next morning.
She made immediate inquiry of the servant. The girl could only speak for herself. Nothing had occurred to disturb her after she had gone to bed. Her master was still, she believed, in his room. Mrs. Dethridge was at her work in the kitchen.
Anne went to the kitchen. Hester Dethridge was at her usual occupation at that timeâpreparing the breakfast. The slight signs of animation which Anne had noticed in her when they last met appeared no more. The dull look was back again in her stony eyes; the lifeless torpor possessed all her movements. Asked if any thing had happened in the night, she slowly shook her stolid head, slowly made the sign with her hand which signified, âNothing.â
Leaving the kitchen, Anne saw Julius in the front garden. She went out and joined him.
âI believe I have to thank your consideration for me for some hours of rest,â he said. âIt was five in the morning when I woke. I hope you had no reason to regret having left me to sleep? I went into Geoffreyâs room, and found him stirring. A second dose of the mixture composed him again. The fever has gone. He looks weaker and paler, but in other respects like himself. We will return directly to the question of his health. I have something to say to you, first, about a change which may be coming in your life here.â
âHas he consented to the separation?â
âNo. He is as obstinate about it as ever. I have placed the matter before him in every possible light. He still refuses, positively refuses, a provision which would make him an independent man for life.â
âIs it the provision he might have had, Lord Holchester, ifâ?â
âIf he had married Mrs. Glenarm? No. It is impossible, consistently with my duty to my mother, and with what I owe to the position in which my fatherâs death has placed me, that I can offer him such a fortune as Mrs. Glenarmâs. Still, it is a handsome income which he is mad enough to refuse. I shall persist in pressing it on him. He must and shall take it.â
Anne felt no reviving hope roused in her by his last words. She turned to another subject.
âYou had something to tell me,â she said. âYou spoke of a change.â
âTrue. The landlady here is a very strange person; and she has done a very strange thing. She has given Geoffrey notice to quit these lodgings.â
âNotice to quit?â Anne repeated, in amazement.
âYes. In a formal letter. She handed it to me open, as soon as I was up this morning. It was impossible to get any explanation from her. The poor dumb creature simply wrote on her slate: âHe may have his money back, if he likes: he shall go!â Greatly to my surprise (for the woman inspires him with the strongest aversion) Geoffrey refuses to go until his term is up. I have made the peace between them for to-day. Mrs. Dethridge. very reluctantly, consents to give him four-and-twenty hours. And there the matter rests at present.â
âWhat can her motive be?â said Anne.
âItâs useless to inquire. Her mind is evidently off its balance. One thing is clear, Geoffrey shall not keep you here much longer. The coming change will remove you from this dismal placeâwhich is one thing gained. And it is quite possible that new scenes and new surroundings may have their influence on Geoffrey for good. His conductâotherwise quite incomprehensibleâmay be the result of some latent nervous irritation which medical help might reach. I donât attempt to disguise from myself or from you, that your position here is a most deplorable one. But before we despair of the future, let us at least inquire whether there is any explanation of my brotherâs present behavior to be found in the present state of my brotherâs health. I have been considering what the doctor said to me last night. The first thing to do is to get the best medical advice on Geoffreyâs case which is to be had. What do you think?â
âI darenât tell you what I think, Lord Holchester. I will tryâit is a very small return to make for your kindnessâI will try to see my position with your eyes,
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