Sure all things wear a heavenly dress, Which sanctifies their loveliness, Types of that endless resting day, When we shall be as changed as they.

--HYMN FOR SUNDAY

From that time there was little more cause for anxiety. Philip was, indeed, exceedingly reduced, unable to turn in bed, to lift his head, or to speak except now and then a feeble whisper; but the fever was entirely gone, and his excellent const.i.tution began rapidly to repair its ravages. Day by day, almost hour by hour, he was rallying, spending most of his time profitably in sleep, and looking very contented in his short intervals of waking. These became each day rather longer, his voice became stronger, and he made more remarks and inquiries. His first care, when able to take heed of what did not concern his immediate comfort, was that Colonel Deane should be written to, as his leave of absence was expired; but he said not a word about Hollywell, and Amabel therefore hoped her surmise was right, that his confession had been prompted by a delirious fancy, though Guy thought something was implied by his silence respecting the very persons of whom it would have been natural to have talked.

He was very patient of his weakness and dependence, always thankful and willing to be pleased, and all that had been unpleasant in his manner to Guy was entirely gone. He liked to be waited on by him, and received his attentions without laborious grat.i.tude, just in the way partly affectionate, partly matter of course, that was most agreeable; showing himself considerate of his fatigue, though without any of his old domineering advice.

One evening Guy was writing, when Philip, who had been lying still, as if asleep, asked, "Are you writing to Hollywell?"

"Yes, to Charlotte; but there is no hurry, it won"t go till tomorrow.

Have you any message?

"No, thank you."

Guy fancied he sighed; and there was a long silence, at the end of which he asked, "Guy, have I said anything about Laura?"

"Yes," said Guy, putting down the pen.

"I thought so; but I could not remember," said Philip, turning round, and settling himself for conversation, with much of his ordinary deliberate preparation; "I hope it was not when I had no command of myself?"

"No, you were seldom intelligible, you were generally trying to speak Italian, or else talking about Stylehurst. The only time you mentioned her was the night before the worst."

"I recollect," said Philip. "I will not draw back from the resolution I then made, though I did not know whether I had spoken it, let the consequences be what they may. The worst is, that they will fall the most severely on her: and her implicit reliance on me was her only error."

His voice was very low, and so full of painful feeling that Guy doubted whether to let him enter on such a subject at present; but remembering the relief of free confession, he thought it best to allow him to proceed, only now and then putting in some note of sympathy or of interrogation, in word or gesture.

"I must explain," said Philip, "that you may see how little blame can be imputed to her. It was that summer, three years ago, the first after you came. I had always been her chief friend. I saw, or thought I saw, cause for putting her on her guard. The result has shown that the danger was imaginary; but no matter--I thought it real. In the course of the conversation, more of my true sentiments were avowed than I was aware of; she was very young, and before we, either of us, knew what we were doing, it had been equivalent to a declaration. Well! I do not speak to excuse the concealment, but to show you my motive. If it had been known, there would have been great displeasure and disturbance; I should have been banished; and though time might have softened matters, we should both have had a great deal to go through. Heaven knows what it may be now! And, Guy," he added, breaking off with trembling eagerness, "when did you hear from Hollywell? Do you know how she has borne the news of my illness?"

"We have heard since they knew of it," said Guy; "the letter was from Mrs. Edmonstone to Amy; but she did not mention Laura."

"She has great strength; she would endure anything rather than give way; but how can she have borne the anxiety and silence? You are sure my aunt does not mention her?"

"Certain. I will ask Amy for the letter, if you like."

"No, do not go; I must finish, since I have begun. We did not speak of an engagement; it was little more than an avowal of preference; I doubt whether she understood what it amounted to, and I desired her to be silent. I deceived myself all along, by declaring she was free; and I had never asked for her promise; but those things will not do when we see death face to face, and a resolve made at such a moment must be kept, let it bring what it may."

"True."

"She will be relieved; she wished it to be known; but I thought it best to wait for my promotion--the only chance of our being able to marry.

However, it shall be put into her father"s hands as soon as I can hold a pen. All I wish is, that she should not have to bear the brunt of his anger."

"He is too kind and good-natured to keep his displeasure long."

"If it would only light on the right head, instead of on the head of the nearest. You say she was hara.s.sed and out of spirits. I wish you were at home; Amy would comfort her and soften them."

"We hope to go back as soon as you are in travelling condition. If you will come home with us, you will be at hand when Mr. Edmonstone is ready to forgive, as I am sure he soon will be. No one ever was so glad to forget his displeasure."

"Yes; it will be over by the time I meet him, for she will have borne it all. There is the worst! But I will not put off the writing, as soon as I have the power. Every day the concealment continues is a further offence."

"And present suffering is an especial earnest and hope of forgiveness,"

said Guy. "I have no doubt that much may be done to make Mr. Edmonstone think well of it."

"If any suffering of mine would spare hers!" sighed Philip. "You cannot estimate the difficulties in our way. You know nothing of poverty,--the bar it is to everything; almost a positive offence in itself!"

"This is only tiring yourself with talking," said Guy, perceiving how Philip"s bodily weakness was making him fall into a desponding strain.

"You must make haste to get well, and come home with us, and I think we shall find it no such bad case after all. There"s Amy"s fortune to begin with, only waiting for such an occasion. No, I can"t have you answer; you have talked, quite long enough."

Philip was in a state of feebleness that made him willing to avoid the trouble of thinking, by simply believing what he was told, "that it was no bad case." He was relieved by having confessed, though to the person whom, a few weeks back, he would have thought the last to whom he could have made such a communication, over whom he had striven to a.s.sume superiority, and therefore before whom he could have least borne to humble himself--nay, whose own love he had lately traversed with an arrogance that was rendered positively absurd by this conduct of his own. Nevertheless, he had not shrunk from the confession. His had been real repentance, so far as he perceived his faults; and he would have scorned to avail himself of the certainty of Guy"s silence on what he had said at the time of his extreme danger. He had resolved to speak, and had found neither an accuser nor a judge, not even one consciously returning good for evil, but a friend with honest, simple, straightforward kindness, doing the best for him in his power, and dreading nothing so much as hurting his feelings. It was not the way in which Philip himself could have received such a confidence.

As soon as Guy could leave him, he went up to his wife. "Amy," said he, rather sadly, "we have had it out. It is too true."

Her first exclamation surprised him: "Then Charlie really is the cleverest person in the world."

"How? Had he any suspicion?"

"Not that I know of; but, more than once, lately, I have been alarmed by recollecting how he once said that poor Laura was so much too wise for her age, that Nature would some day take her revenge, and make her do something very foolish. But has Philip told you all about it?"

"Yes; explained it all very kindly. It must have cost him a great deal; but he spoke openly and n.o.bly. It is the beginning of a full confession to your father."

"So, it is true!" exclaimed Amabel, as if she heard it for the first time. "How shocked mamma will be! I don"t know how to think it possible!

And poor Laura! Imagine what she must have gone through, for you know I never spared the worst accounts. Do tell me all."

Guy told what he had just heard, and she was indignant.

"I can"t be as angry with him as I should like," said she, "now that he is sorry and ill; but it was a great deal too bad! I can"t think how he could look any of us in the face, far less expect to rule us all, and interfere with you!"

"I see I never appreciated the temptations of poverty," said Guy, thoughtfully. "I have often thought of those of wealth, but never of poverty."

"I wish you would not excuse him. I don"t mind your doing it about ourselves, because, though he made you unhappy, he could not make you do wrong. Ah! I know what you mean; but that was over after the first minute; and he only made you better for all his persecution; but I don"t know how to pardon his making poor Laura so miserable, and leading her to do what was not right. Poor, dear girl! no wonder she looked so worn and unhappy! I cannot help being angry with him, indeed, Guy!" said she, her eyes full of tears.

"The best pleading is his own repentance, Amy. I don"t think you can be very unrelenting when you see how subdued and how altered he is. You know you are to make him a visit to-morrow, now the doctor says all fear of infection is over."

"I shall be thinking of poor Laura the whole time."

"And how she would like to see him in his present state? What shall you do if I bring him home to Redclyffe? Shall you go to Hollywell, to comfort Laura?"

"I shall wait till you send me. Besides, how can you invite company till we know whether we have a roof over our house or not? What is he doing now?"

"As usual, he has an unlimited capacity for sleep."

"I wish you had. I don"t think you have slept two hours together since you left off sitting up."

"I am beginning to think it a popular delusion. I do just as well without it."

"So you say; but Mr. Shene would never have taken such a fancy to you, if you always had such purple lines as those under your eyes. Look!

Is that a face for Sir Galahad, or Sir Guy, or any of the Round Table?

Come, I wish you would lie down, and be read to sleep."

"I should like a walk much better. It is very cool and bright. Will you come?"