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THE END OF THE FIRST PART
I CLOSED the First Part of my narrative on the day of the operation, the twenty-fifth of June.
I open the Second Part, between six and seven weeks later, on the ninth of August.
How did the time pass at Dimchurch in that interval?
Searching backwards in my memory, I call to life again the domestic history of the six weeks. It looks, on retrospection, miserably dull and empty of incident. I wonder when I contemplate it now, how we got through that weary intervalâhow we bore that forced inaction, that unrelieved oppression of suspense.
Changing from bedroom to sitting-room, from sitting-room back to bedroom; with the daylight always shut out; with the bandages always on, except when the surgeon looked at her eyes; Lucilla bore the imprisonmentâand worse than the imprisonment, the uncertaintyâof her period of probation, with the courage that can endure anything, the courage sustained by Hope. With books, with music, with talkâabove all, with Love to help herâshe counted her way calmly through the dull succession of hours and days till the time came which was to decide the question in dispute between the oculistsâthe terrible question of which of the two, Mr. Sebright or Herr Grosse, was right.
I was not present at the examination which finally decided all doubt. I joined Oscar in the gardenâquite as incapable as he was of exerting the slightest self-control. We paced silently backwards and forwards on the lawn, like two animals in a cage. Zillah was the only witness present when the German examined our poor darlingâs eyes; Nugent engaging to wait in the next room and announce the result from the window. As the event turned out, Herr Grosse was beforehand with him. Once more we heard his broken English shouting, âHi-hi-hoi! hoi-hi! hoi-hi!â Once more, we beheld his huge silk handkerchief waving at the window. I turned sick and faint under the excitement of the momentâunder the rapture (it was nothing less) of hearing those three electrifying words: âShe will see!â Mercy! how we did abuse Mr. Sebright, when we were all reunited again in Lucillaâs room!
The first excitement over, we had our difficulties to contend with next.
From the moment when she was positively informed that the operation had succeeded, our once-patient Lucilla developed into a new being. She now rose in perpetual revolt against the caution which still deferred the day on which she was to be allowed to make the first trial of her sight. It required all my influence, backed by Oscarâs entreaties, and strengthened by the furious foreign English of our excellent German surgeon (Herr Grosse had a temper of his own, I can tell you!) to prevent her from breaking through the medical discipline which held her in its grasp. When she became quite unmanageable, and vehemently abused him to his face, our good Grosse used to swear at her, in a compound bad language of his own, with a tremendous aspiration at the beginning of it, which always set matters right by making her laugh. I see him again as I write, leaving the room on these occasions, with his eyes blazing through his spectacles, and his shabby hat cocked sideways on his head. âSoh, you little-spitfire-Feench! If you touch that bandages when I have put him onâHo-Damn-Damn! I say no more. Goodbye!â
From Lucilla I turn to the twin-brothers next.
Tranquilized as to the future, after his interview with Mr. Sebright, Oscar presented himself at his best during the time of which I am now writing. Lucillaâs main reliance in her days in the darkened room, was on what her lover could do to relieve and to encourage her. He never once failed her; his patience was perfect; his devotion was inexhaustible. It is sad to say so, in view of what happened afterwards; but I only tell a necessary truth when I declare that he immensely strengthened his hold on her affections, in those last days of her blindness when his society was most precious to her. Ah, how fervently she used to talk of him when she and I were left together at night! Forgive me if I leave this part of the history of the courtship untold. I donât like to write of itâI donât like to think of it. Let us get on to something else.
Nugent comes next. I would give a great deal, poor as I am, to be able to leave him out. It is not to be done. I must write about that lost wretch, and you must read about him, whether we like it or not.
The days of Lucillaâs imprisonment, were also the days when my favorite disappointed me, for the first time. He and his brother seemed to change places. It was Nugent now who appeared to disadvantage by comparison with Oscar. He surprised and grieved his brother by leaving Browndown. âAll I can do for you, I have done,â he said. âI can be of no further use for the present to anybody. Let me go. I am stagnating in this miserable placeâI must, and will, have change.â Oscarâs entreaties, in Nugentâs present frame of mind, failed to move him. Away he went one morning, without bidding anybody goodbye. He had talked of being absent for a weekâhe remained away for a month. We heard of him, leading a wild life, among a vicious set of men. It was reported that a frantic restlessness possessed him which nobody could understand. He came back as suddenly as he had left us. His variable nature had swung round, in the interval, to the opposite extreme. He was full of repentance for his reckless conduct; he was in a state of depression which defied rousing; he despaired of himself and his future. Sometimes he talked of going back to America; and sometimes he threatened to close his career by enlisting as a private soldier. Would any other person, in my place, have seen which way these signs pointed? I doubt it, if that personâs mind had been absorbed, as mine was, in watching Lucilla day by day. Even if I had been a suspicious woman by natureâwhich, thank God, I am notâmy distrust must have lain dormant, in the all-subduing atmosphere of suspense hanging heavily on me morning, noon, and night in the darkened room.
So much, briefly, for the sayings and doings of the persons principally concerned in this narrative, during the six weeks which separate Part the First from Part the Second.
I begin again on the ninth of August.
This was the memorable day chosen by Herr Grosse for risking the experiment of removing the bandage, and permitting Lucilla to try her sight for the first time. Conceive for yourselves (donât ask me to describe) the excitement that raged in our obscure little circle, now that we were standing face to face with that grand Event in our lives which I promised to relate in the opening sentence of these pages.
I was the earliest riser at the rectory that morning. My excitable French blood was in a fever. I was irresistibly reminded of myself, at a time long pastâthe time when my glorious Pratolungo and I, succumbing to Fate and tyrants, fled to England for safety; martyrs to that ungrateful Republic (long live the Republic!) for which I laid down my money and my husband his life.
I opened my window, and hailed the good omen of sunrise in a clear sky. Just as I was turning away again from the view, I saw a figure steal out from the shrubbery and appear on the lawn. The figure came nearer. I recognized Oscar.
âWhat in the world are you doing there, at this time in the morning?â I called out.
He lifted his finger to his lips, and came close under my window before he answered.
âHush!â he said. âDonât let Lucilla hear you. Come down to me as soon as you can. I am waiting to speak to you.â
When I joined him in the garden, I saw directly that something had gone wrong.
âBad news from Browndown?â I asked.
âNugent has disappointed me,â he answered. âDo you remember the evening when you met me after my consultation with Mr. Sebright?â
âPerfectly.â
âI told you that I meant to ask Nugent to leave Dimchurch, on the day when Lucilla tried her sight for the first time.â
âWell?â
âWellâhe refuses to leave Dimchurch.â
âHave you explained your motives to him?â
âCarefullyâbefore I asked him to go. I told him how impossible it was to say what might happen. I reminded him that it might be of the utmost importance to me to preserve the impression now in Lucillaâs mindâfor a certain time onlyâafter Lucilla could see. I promised, the moment she became reconciled to the sight of me, to recall him, and in his presence to tell her the truth. All that I said to himâand how do you think he answered me?â
âDid he positively refuse?â
âNo. He walked away from me to the window, and considered a little. Then he turned round suddenly and said âWhat did you tell me was Mr. Sebrightâs opinion? Mr. Sebright thought she would be relieved instead of being terrified. In that case, what need is there for me to go away? You can acknowledge at once that she has seen your face, and not mine?â He put his hands in his pockets when he had said that (you know Nugentâs downright way)âand turned back to the window as if he had settled everything.â
âWhat did you say, on your side?â
âI said, âSuppose Mr. Sebright is wrong?â He only answered, âSuppose Mr. Sebright is right?â I followed him to the windowâI never heard him speak so sourly to me as he spoke at that moment. âWhat is your objection to going away for a day or two?â I asked. âMy objection is soon stated,â he answered. âI am sick of these everlasting complications. It is useless and cruel to carry on the deception any longer. Mr. Sebrightâs advice is the wise advice and the right advice. Let her see you as you are.â With that answer, he walked out of the room. Something has upset himâI canât imagine what it is. Do pray see what you can make of him! My only hope is in you.â
I own I felt reluctant to interfere. Suddenly and strangely as Nugent had altered his point of view, it seemed to me undeniable that Nugent was right. At the same time, Oscar looked so disappointed and distressed, that it was really impossible, on that day above all others, to pain him additionally by roundly saying No. I undertook to do what I couldâand I inwardly hoped that circumstances would absolve me from the necessity of doing anything at all.
Circumstances failed to justify my selfish confidence in them.
I was out in the village, after breakfast, on a domestic errand connected with the necessary culinary preparations for the reception of Herr Grosseâwhen I heard my name pronounced behind me, and, turning round, found myself face to face with Nugent.
âHas my brother been bothering you this morning,â he asked, âbefore I was up?â
I instantly noticed a return in him, as he said that, to the same dogged ungracious manner which had perplexed and displeased me at my last confidential interview with him in the rectory garden.
âOscar has been speaking to me this morning,â I replied.
âAbout me?â
âAbout you. You have distressed and disappointed himâ-â
âI know! I know! Oscar is worse than a child. I am beginning to lose all patience with him.â
âI am sorry to hear you say that,
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