The Shuttle & The Making of a Marchioness. Frances Hodgson Burnett

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СКАЧАТЬ and choked, and then suddenly darted forward, running as fast as she could. The white figure merely moved slowly away among the trees. It did not run or seem startled, and as Jane ran she caught it by its white drapery, and found herself, as she had known she would, dragging at the garments of Ameerah. But Ameerah only turned round and greeted her with a welcoming smile, mild enough to damp any excitement.

      “What are you doing here?” Jane demanded. “Why do you come to this place?”

      Ameerah answered her with simple fluency in Hindustani, with her manner of not realising that she was speaking to a foreigner who could not understand her. What she explained was that, having heard that Jane’s Mem Sahib came here to meditate on account of the stillness, she herself had formed the habit of coming to indulge in prayer and meditation when the place was deserted for the day. She commended the place to Jane, and to Jane’s mother, whom she believed to be holy persons given to devotional exercises. Jane shook her.

      “I don’t understand a word you say,” she cried. “You know I don’t. Speak in English.”

      Ameerah shook her head slowly, and smiled again with patience. She endeavoured to explain in English which Jane was sure was worse than she had ever heard her use before. Was it forbidden that a servant should come to the water?

      She was far too much for Jane, who was so unnerved that she burst into tears.

      “You are up to some wickedness,” she sobbed; “I know you are. You’re past bearing. I’m going to write to people that’s got the right to do what I daren’t. I’m going back to that bridge.”

      Ameerah looked at her with a puzzled amiability for a few seconds. She entered into further apologies and explanations in Hindustani. In the midst of them her narrow eyes faintly gleamed, and she raised a hand.

      “They come to us. It is your Mem Sahib and her people. Hear them.”

      She spoke truly. Jane had miscalculated as to her hour, or the time spent at the dinner-table had been shorter than usual. In fact, Lady Walderhurst had brought her guests to see the young moon peer through the lime-trees, as she sometimes did when the evening was warm.

      Jane Cupp fled precipitately. Ameerah disappeared also, but without precipitation or any sign of embarrassment.

      *

      “You look as if you had not slept well, Jane,” Lady Walderhurst remarked in the morning as her hair was being brushed. She had glanced into the glass and saw that it reflected a pale face above her own, and that the pale face had red rims to its eyes.

      “I have been a bit troubled by a headache, my lady,” Jane answered.

      “I have something like a headache myself.” Lady Walderhurst’s voice had not its usual cheerful ring. Her own eyes looked heavy. “I did not rest well. I have not rested well for a week. That habit of starting from my sleep feeling that some sound has disturbed me is growing on me. Last night I dreamed again that someone touched my side. I think I shall be obliged to send for Sir Samuel Brent.”

      “My lady,” exclaimed Jane feverishly, “if you would—if you would.”

      Lady Walderhurst’s look at her was nervous and disturbed.

      “Do you—does your mother think I am not as well as I should be, Jane?” she said.

      Jane’s hands were actually trembling.

      “Oh no, my lady. Oh no! But if Sir Samuel could be sent for, or Lady Maria Bayne, or—or his lordship—”

      The disturbed expression of Lady Walderhurst’s face changed to something verging on alarm. It was true that she began to be horribly frightened. She turned upon Jane, pallor creeping over her skin.

      “Oh!” she cried, a sound of almost childlike fear and entreaty in her voice. “I am sure you think I am ill, I am sure you do. What—what is it?”

      She leaned forward suddenly and rested her forehead on her hands, her elbows supported by the dressing-table. She was overcome by a shock of dread.

      “Oh! if anything should go wrong!” in a faint half wail; “if anything could happen!” She could not bear the mere thought. It would break her heart. She had been so happy. God had been so good.

      Jane was inwardly convulsed with contrition commingled with anger at her own blundering folly. Now it was she herself who had “upset” her ladyship, given her a fright that made her pale and trembling. What did she not deserve for being such a thoughtless fool. She might have known. She poured forth respectfully affectionate protestations.

      “Indeed, I beg your pardon, my lady. Indeed, it’s only my silliness! Mother was saying yesterday that she had never seen a lady so well and in as good spirits. I have no right to be here if I make such mistakes. Please, my lady—oh! might mother be allowed to step in a minute to speak to you?”

      Emily’s colour came, back gradually. When Jane went to her mother, Mrs. Cupp almost boxed her ears.

      “That’s just the way with girls,” she said. “No more sense than a pack of cats. If you can’t keep quiet you’d better just give up. Of course she’d think you meant they was to be sent for because we was certain she was a dying woman. Oh my! Jane Cupp, get away!”

      She enjoyed her little interview with Lady Walderhurst greatly. A woman whose opinion was of value at such a time had the soundest reasons for enjoying herself. When she returned to her room, she sat and fanned herself with a pocket handkerchief and dealt judicially with Jane.

      “What we’ve got to do,” she said, “is to think, and think we will. Tell her things outright we must not, until we’ve got something sure and proved. Then we can call on them that’s got the power in their hands. We can’t call on them till we can show them a thing no one can’t deny. As to that bridge, it’s old enough to be easy managed, and look accidental if it broke. You say she ain’t going there to-day. Well, this very night, as soon as it’s dark enough, you and me will go down and have a look at it. And what’s more, we’ll take a man with us. Judd could be trusted. Worst comes to worst, we’re only taking the liberty of making sure it’s safe, because we know it is old and we’re over careful.”

      As Jane had gathered from her, by careful and apparently incidental inquiry, Emily had had no intention of visiting her retreat. In the morning she had, in fact, not felt quite well enough. Her nightmare had shaken her far more on its second occurring. The stealthy hand had seemed not merely to touch, but to grip at her side, and she had been physically unable to rise for some minutes after her awakening. This experience had its physical and mental effects on her.

      She did not see Hester until luncheon, and after luncheon she found her to be in one of her strange humours. She was often in these strange humours at this time. She wore a nervous and strained look, and frequently seemed to have been crying. She had new lines on her forehead between the eyebrows. Emily had tried in vain to rouse and cheer her with sympathetic feminine talk. There were days when she felt that for some reason Hester did not care to see her.

      She felt it this afternoon, and not being herself at the high-water mark of cheerfulness, she was conscious of a certain degree of discouragement. She had liked her so much, she had wanted to be friends with her and to make her life an easier thing, and yet she appeared somehow to have failed. It was because she was so far from being a clever woman. Perhaps she might fail in other things because she was not clever. Perhaps she was never able to СКАЧАТЬ