The Portent and Other Stories Part 5
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"Sing it again, will you, please?"
"It is only two verses. My old Scotch nurse used to sing it when I was a little girl-oh, so long ago! I didn't know I could sing it."
She began without more ado, standing in the middle of the room, with her back towards the door.
Annie was dowie, an' Willie was wae: What can be the matter wi' siccan a twae?
For Annie was bonnie's the first o' the day, And Willie was strang an' honest an' gay.
Oh! the tane had a daddy was poor an' was proud; An' the t.i.ther a minnie that cared for the gowd.
They lo'ed are anither, an' said their say-- But the daddy an' minnie hae pairt.i.t the twae.
Just as she finished the song, I saw the sharp eyes of Lady Lucy peeping in at the door.
"Lady Lucy is watching at the door, Lady Alice," I said.
"I don't care," she answered; but turned with a flush on her face, and stepped noiselessly to the door.
"There is no one there," she said, returning.
"There was, though," I answered.
"They want to drive me mad," she cried, and hurried from the room.
The next day but one, she came again with the same request. But she had not been a minute in the library before Lady Hilton came to the door and called her in angry tones.
"Presently," replied Alice, and remained where she was.
"Do go, Lady Alice," I said. "They will send me away if you refuse."
She blushed scarlet, and went without another word.
She came no more to the library.
CHAPTER XII
_Confession_.
Day followed day, the one the child of the other. Alice's old paleness and unearthly look began to reappear; and, strange to tell, my midnight temptation revived. After a time she ceased to dine with us again, and for days I never saw her. It was the old story of suffering with me, only more intense than before. The day was dreary, and the night stormy.
"Call her," said my heart; but my conscience resisted.
I was lying on the floor of my room one midnight, with my face to the ground, when suddenly I heard a low, sweet, strange voice singing somewhere. The moment I became aware that I heard it I felt as if I had been listening to it unconsciously for some minutes past. I lay still, either charmed to stillness, or fearful of breaking the spell. As I lay, I was lapt in the folds of a waking dream.
I was in bed in a castle, on the seash.o.r.e; the wind came from the sea in chill _eerie soughs_, and the waves fell with a threatful tone upon the beach, muttering many maledictions as they rushed up, and whispering cruel portents as they drew back, hissing and gurgling, through the million narrow ways of the pebbly ramparts; and I knew that a maiden in white was standing in the cold wind, by the angry sea, singing. I had a kind of dreamy belief in my dream; but, overpowered by the spell of the music, I still lay and listened. Keener and stronger, under the impulses of my will, grew the power of my hearing. At last I could distinguish the words. The ballad was _Annie of Lochroyan;_ and Lady Alice was singing it. The words I heard were these:--
Oh, gin I had a bonnie s.h.i.+p, And men to sail wi' me, It's I wad gang to my true love, Sin' he winna come to me.
Lang stood she at her true love's door, And lang tirled at the pin; At length up gat his fause mother, Says, "Wha's that wad be in?"
Love Gregory started frae his sleep, And to his mother did say: "I dreamed a dream this night, mither, That maks my heart right wae.
"I dreamed that Annie of Lochroyan, The flower of a' her kin, Was standing mournin' at my door, But nane wad let her in."
I sprang to my feet, and opened the hidden door. There she stood, white, asleep, with closed eyes, singing like a bird, only with a heartful of sad meaning in every tone. I stepped aside, without speaking, and she pa.s.sed me into the room. I closed the door, and followed her. She lay already upon the couch, still and restful--already covered with my plaid. I sat down beside her, waiting; and gazed upon her in wonderment.
That she was possessed of very superior intellectual powers, whatever might be the cause of their having lain dormant so long, I had already fully convinced myself; but I was not prepared to find art as well as intellect. I had already heard her sing the little song of two verses, which she had learned from her nurse. But here was a song, of her own making as to the music, so true and so potent, that, before I knew anything of the words, it had surrounded me with a dream of the place in which the scene of the ballad was laid. It did not then occur to me that, perhaps, our idiosyncrasies were such as not to require even the music of the ballad for the production of _rapport_ between our minds, the brain of the one generating in the brain of the other the vision present to itself.
I sat and thought:--Some obstruction in the gateways, outward, prevented her, in her waking hours, from uttering herself at all. This obstruction, damming back upon their sources the out-goings of life, threw her into this abnormal sleep. In it the impulse to utterance, still unsatisfied, so wrought within her unable, yet compliant form, that she could not rest, but rose and walked. And now, a fresh surge from the sea of her unknown being, unrepressed by the _hitherto_ of the objects of sense, had burst the gates and bars, swept the obstructions from its channel, and poured from her in melodious song.
The first green lobes, at least, of these thoughts, appeared above the soil of my mind, while I sat and gazed on the sleeping girl. And now I had once more the delight of watching a spirit-dawn, a soul-rise, in that lovely form. The light flus.h.i.+ng of its pallid sky was, as before, the first sign. I dreaded the flash of lovely flame, and the outburst of regnant anger, ere I should have time to say that I was not to blame.
But when, at length, the full dawn, the slow sunrise came, it was with all the gentleness of a cloudy summer morn. Never did a more celestial rosy red hang about the skirts of the level sun, than deepened and glowed upon her face, when, opening her eyes, she saw me beside her. She covered her face with her hands; and instead of the words of indignant reproach which I dreaded to hear, she murmured behind the snowy screen: "I am glad you have broken your promise."
My heart gave a bound and was still. I grew faint with delight. "No," I said; "I have not broken my promise, Lady Alice; I have struggled nearly to madness to keep it--and I have kept it."
"I have come then of myself. Worse and worse! But it is their fault."
Tears now found their way through the repressing fingers. I could not endure to see her weep. I knelt beside her, and, while she still covered her face with her hands, I said--I do not know what I said. They were wild, and, doubtless, foolish words in themselves, but they must have been wise and true in their meaning. When I ceased, I knew that I had ceased only by the great silence around me. I was still looking at her hands. Slowly she withdrew them. It was as when the sun breaks forth on a cloudy day. The winter was over and gone; the time of the singing of birds had come. She smiled on me through her tears, and heart met heart in the light of that smile.
She rose to go at once, and I begged for no delay. I only stood with clasped hands, gazing at her. She turned at the door, and said;
"I daresay I shall come again; I am afraid I cannot help it; only mind you do not wake me."
Before I could reply, I was alone; and I felt that I must not follow her.
CHAPTER XIII
_Questioning_.
I laid myself on the couch she had left, but not to sleep. A new pulse of life, stronger than I could bear, was throbbing within me. I dreaded a fever, lest I should talk in it, and drop the clue to my secret treasure. But the light of the morning stilled me, and a bath in ice-cold water made me strong again. Yet I felt all that day as if I were dying a delicious death, and going to a yet more exquisite life. As far as I might, however, I repressed all indications of my delight; and endeavoured, for the sake both of duty and of prudence, to be as attentive to my pupils and their studies as it was possible for man to be. This helped to keep me in my right mind. But, more than all my efforts at composure, the pain which, as far as my experience goes, invariably accompanies, and sometimes even usurps, the place of the pleasure which gave it birth, was efficacious in keeping me sane.
Night came, but brought no Lady Alice. It was a week before I saw her again. Her heart had been stilled, and she was able to sleep aright.
But seven nights after, she did come. I waited her awaking, possessed with one painful thought, which I longed to impart to her. She awoke with a smile, covered her face for a moment, but only for a moment, and then sat up. I stood before her; and the first words I spoke were:
"Lady Alice, ought I not to go?"
"No," she replied at once. "I can claim some compensation from them for the wrong they have been doing me. Do you know in what relation I stand to Lord and Lady Hilton? They are but my stepmother and her husband."
"I know that."
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