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  ’I’llcome。But——youneedsaynothingaboutmyvisit。Icannotcometo—night,butIwillsometimethisweek。Yetonlythisonce,totrytheinstrument。Afterwardsyoumustbecontenttopursueyourstudiesalone。’

  Swithinseemedbutlittleaffectedatthisannouncement。’HiltonandPimm’smanhandedmethebill,’hecontinued。

  ’Howmuchisit?’

  Hetoldher。’Andthemanwhohasbuiltthehutanddome,anddonetheotherfixing,hassentinhis。’Henamedthisamountalso。

  ’Verywell。Theyshallbesettledwith。Mydebtsmustbepaidwithmymoney,whichyoushallhaveatonce,——incash,sinceachequewouldhardlydo。Cometothehouseforitthisevening。Butno,no——youmustnotcomeopenly;suchistheworld。Cometothewindow——thewindowthatisexactlyinalinewiththelongsnowdropbed,inthesouthfront——ateightto—night,andIwillgiveyouwhatisnecessary。’

  ’Certainly,LadyConstantine,’saidtheyoungman。

  Ateightthateveningaccordingly,Swithinenteredlikeaspectreupontheterracetoseekoutthespotshehaddesignated。Theequatorialhadsoentirelyabsorbedhisthoughtsthathedidnottroublehimselfseriouslytoconjecturethewhyandwhereforeofhersecrecy。Ifhecasuallythoughtofit,hesetitdowninageneralwaytoanintenselygenerouswishonherpartnottolessenhisinfluenceamongthepoorerinhabitantsbymakinghimappeartheobjectofpatronage。

  Whilehestoodbythelongsnowdropbed,whichlookedupathimlikeanetherMilkyWay,theFrenchcasementofthewindowoppositesoftlyopened,andahandborderedbyaglimmeroflacewasstretchedforth,fromwhichhereceivedacrisplittleparcel,——

  bank—notes,apparently。Heknewthehand,andhelditlongenoughtopressittohislips,theonlyformwhichhadeveroccurredtohimofexpressinghisgratitudetoherwithouttheincumbranceofclumsywords,avehicleatthebestoftimesbutrudelysuitedtosuchdelicatemerchandise。Thehandwashastilywithdrawn,asifthetreatmenthadbeenunexpected。Thenseeminglymovedbysecondthoughtsshebentforwardandsaid,’Isthenightgoodforobservations?’

  ’Perfect。’

  Shepaused。’ThenI’llcometo—night,’sheatlastsaid。’Itmakesnodifferencetome,afterall。Waitjustonemoment。’

  Hewaited,andshepresentlyemerged,muffleduplikeanun;

  whereupontheylefttheterraceandstruckacrosstheparktogether。

  Verylittlewassaidbyeithertilltheywerecrossingthefallow,whenheaskedifhisarmwouldhelpher。Shedidnottaketheofferedsupportjustthen;butwhentheywereascendingtheprehistoricearthwork,undertheheavygloomofthefir—trees,sheseizedit,asifratherinfluencedbytheoppressivesolitudethanbyfatigue。

  Thustheyreachedthefootofthecolumn,tenthousandspiritsinprisonseemingtogasptheirgriefsfromthefunerealboughsoverhead,andafewtwigsscratchingthepillarwiththedragofimpishclawsastenaciousasthosefiguringinSt。Anthony’stemptation。

  ’Howintenselydarkitisjusthere!’shewhispered。’Iwonderyoucankeepinthepath。ManyancientBritonslieburiedtheredoubtless。’

  Heledherroundtotheotherside,where,feelinghiswaywithhishands,hesuddenlylefther,appearingamomentafterwithalight。

  ’Whatplaceisthis?’sheexclaimed。

  ’Thisisthenewwoodcabin,’saidhe。

  Shecouldjustdiscerntheoutlineofalittlehouse,notunlikeabathing—machinewithoutwheels。

  ’Ihavekeptlightsreadyhere,’hewenton,’asIthoughtyoumightcomeanyevening,andpossiblybringcompany。’

  ’Don’tcriticizemeforcomingalone,’sheexclaimedwithsensitivepromptness。’TherearesocialreasonsforwhatIdoofwhichyouknownothing。’

  ’PerhapsitismuchtomydiscreditthatIdon’tknow。’

  ’Notatall。Youareallthebetterforit。HeavenforbidthatI

  shouldenlightenyou。Well,Iseethisisthehut。ButIammorecurioustogotothetopofthetower,andmakediscoveries。’

  Hebroughtalittlelanternfromthecabin,andlightedherupthewindingstaircasetothetempleofthatsublimemysteryonwhosethresholdhestoodaspriest。

  Thetopofthecolumnwasquitechanged。Thetub—shapedspacewithintheparapet,formerlyopentotheairandsun,wasnowarchedoverbyalightdomeoflath—workcoveredwithfelt。Butthisdomewasnotfixed。Atthelinewhereitsbasedescendedtotheparapettherewerehalfadozenironballs,preciselylikecannon—shot,standinglooselyinagroove,andonthesethedomeresteditswholeweight。Inthesideofthedomewasaslit,throughwhichthewindblewandtheNorthStarbeamed,andtowardsittheendofthegreattelescopewasdirected。Thislattermagnificentobject,withitscircles,axes,andhandlescomplete,wassecurelyfixedinthemiddleofthefloor。

  ’Butyoucanonlyseeonepartoftheskythroughthatslit,’saidshe。

  Theastronomerstretchedouthisarm,andthewholedometurnedhorizontallyround,runningontheballswitharumblelikethunder。

  InsteadofthestarPolaris,whichhadfirstbeenpeepinginthroughtheslit,therenowappearedthecountenancesofCastorandPollux。

  Swithinthenmanipulatedtheequatorial,andputitthroughitscapabilitiesinlikemanner。

  Shewasenchanted;beingratherexcitablesheevenclappedherhandsjustonce。Sheturnedtohim:’Nowareyouhappy?’

  ’ButitisallYOURS,LadyConstantine。’

  ’Atthismoment。Butthat’sadefectwhichcansoonberemedied。

  Whenisyourbirthday?’

  ’Nextmonth,——theseventh。’

  ’Thenitshallallbeyours,——abirthdaypresent。’

  Theyoungmanprotested;itwastoomuch。

  ’No,youmustacceptitall,——equatorial,domestand,hut,andeverythingthathasbeenputhereforthisastronomicalpurpose。

  Thepossessionoftheseapparatuswouldonlycompromiseme。Alreadytheyarereputedtobeyours,andtheymustbemadeyours。Thereisnohelpforit。Ifever’(herehervoicelostsomefirmness),——’ifeveryougoawayfromme,——fromthisplace,Imean,——andmarry,andsettleinanewhomeelsewhereforgood,andforgetme,youmusttakethesethings,equatorialandall,andnevertellyourwifeoranybodyhowtheycametobeyours。’

  ’IwishIcoulddosomethingmoreforyou!’exclaimedthemuch—movedastronomer。’Ifyoucouldbutsharemyfame,——supposingIgetany,whichImaydiebeforedoing,——itwouldbealittlecompensation。

  Astomygoingawayandmarrying,Icertainlyshallnot。Imaygoaway,butIshallnevermarry。’

  ’Whynot?’

  ’Abelovedscienceisenoughwifeforme,——combined,perhaps,withalittlewarmfriendshipwithoneofkindredpursuits。’

  ’Whoisthefriendofkindredpursuits?’

  ’YourselfIshouldlikeittobe。’

  ’YouwouldhavetobecomeawomanbeforeIcouldbethat,publicly;

  orIaman,’shereplied,withdrymelancholy。

  ’WhyIawoman,oryouaman,dearLadyConstantine?’

  ’Icannotexplain。No;youmustkeepyourfameandyoursciencealltoyourself,andImustkeepmy——troubles。’

  Swithin,todivertherfrommelancholy——notknowingthatintheexpressionofhermelancholythusandnowshefoundmuchpleasure,——

  changedthesubjectbyaskingiftheyshouldtakesomeobservations。

  ’Yes;thesceneryiswellhungto—night,’shesaidlookingoutupontheheavens。

  Thentheyproceededtoscanthesky,rovingfromplanettostar,fromsinglestarstodoublestars,fromdoubletocolouredstars,inthecursorymannerofthemerelycurious。Theyplungeddowntothatatothertimesinvisiblemultitudeinthebackrowsofthecelestialtheatre:remotelayersofconstellationswhoseshapeswerenewandsingular;prettytwinklerswhichforinfiniteageshadspenttheirbeamswithoutcallingforthfromasingleearthlypoetasingleline,orbeingabletobestowarayofcomfortonasinglebenightedtraveller。

  ’Andtothink,’saidLadyConstantine,’thatthewholeraceofshepherds,sincethebeginningoftheworld,——eventhoseimmortalshepherdswhowatchednearBethlehem,——shouldhavegoneintotheirgraveswithoutknowingthatforonestarthatlightedthemintheirlabours,therewereahundredasgoodbehindtryingtodoso!……

  IhaveafeelingforthisinstrumentnotunliketheaweIshouldfeelinthepresenceofagreatmagicianinwhomIreallybelieved。

  Itspowersaresoenormous,andweird,andfantastical,thatI

  shouldhaveapersonalfearinbeingwithitalone。Musicdrewanangeldown,saidthepoet:butwhatisthattodrawingdownworlds!’

  ’Ioftenexperienceakindoffearoftheskyaftersittingintheobserving—chairalongtime,’heanswered。’AndwhenIwalkhomeafterwardsIalsofearit,forwhatIknowisthere,butcannotsee,asonenaturallyfearsthepresenceofavastformlesssomethingthatonlyrevealsaverylittleofitself。That’spartlywhatI

  meantbysayingthatmagnitude,whichuptoacertainpointhasgrandeur,hasbeyonditghastliness。’

  Thustheinterestoftheirsiderealobservationsledthemon,tilltheknowledgethatscarceanyotherhumanvisionwastravellingwithinahundredmillionmilesoftheirowngavethemsuchasenseoftheisolationofthatfacultyasalmosttobeasenseofisolationinrespectoftheirwholepersonality,causingashudderatitsabsoluteness。Atnight,whenhumandiscordsandharmoniesarehushed,inageneralsense,forthegreaterpartoftwelvehours,thereisnothingtomoderatetheblowwithwhichtheinfinitelygreat,thestellaruniverse,strikesdownupontheinfinitelylittle,themindofthebeholder;andthiswasthecasenow。Havinggotclosertoimmensitythantheirfellow—creatures,theysawatonceitsbeautyanditsfrightfulness。Theymoreandmorefeltthecontrastbetweentheirowntinymagnitudesandthoseamongwhichtheyhadrecklesslyplunged,tilltheywereoppressedwiththepresenceofavastnesstheycouldnotcopewithevenasanidea,andwhichhungaboutthemlikeanightmare。

  Hestoodbyherwhilesheobserved;shebyhimwhentheychangedplaces。OncethatSwithin’semancipationfromatrammellingbodyhadbeeneffectedbythetelescope,andhewaswellawayinspace,shefeltherinfluenceoverhimdiminishingtonothing。Hewasquiteunconsciousofhisterrestrialneighbourings,andofherselfasoneofthem。Itstillfurtherreducedhertowardsunvarnishedsimplicityinhermannertohim。

  Thesilencewasbrokenonlybythetickingoftheclock—workwhichgavediurnalmotiontotheinstrument。Thestarsmovedon,theendofthetelescopefollowed,buttheirtonguesstoodstill。Toexpectthathewasevervoluntarilygoingtoendthepausebyspeechwasapparentlyfutile。Shelaidherhanduponhisarm。

  Hestarted,withdrewhiseyefromthetelescope,andbroughthimselfbacktotheearthbyavisible——almostpainful——effort。

  ’Docomeoutofit,’shecoaxed,withasoftnessinhervoicewhichanymanbutunpractisedSwithinwouldhavefelttobeexquisite。’I

  feelthatIhavebeensofoolishastoputinyourhandsaninstrumenttoeffectmyownannihilation。Notawordhaveyouspokenforthelasttenminutes。’

  ’Ihavebeenmentallygettingonwithmygreattheory。Ihopesoontobeabletopublishittotheworld。What,areyougoing?Iwillwalkwithyou,LadyConstantine。Whenwillyoucomeagain?’

  ’Whenyourgreattheoryispublishedtotheworld。’

  IX

  LadyConstantine,ifnarrowlyobservedatthistime,wouldhaveseemedtobedeeplytroubledinconscience,andparticularlyaftertheinterviewabovedescribed。AshWednesdayoccurredinthecalendarafewdayslater,andshewenttomorningservicewithalookofgenuinecontritiononheremotionalandyearningcountenance。

  Besidesherselfthecongregationconsistedonlyoftheparson,clerk,school—children,andthreeoldpeoplelivingonalms,whosatunderthereading—desk;andthus,whenMr。TorkinghamblazedforththedenunciatorysentencesoftheCommination,nearlythewholeforceofthemseemedtodescenduponherownshoulders。Lookingacrosstheemptypewsshesawthroughtheoneortwoclearpanesofthewindowoppositeayouthfulfigureinthechurchyard,andtheveryfeelingagainstwhichshehadtriedtoprayreturnedagainirresistibly。

  Whenshecameoutandhadcrossedintotheprivatewalk,Swithincameforwardtospeaktoher。Thiswasamostunusualcircumstance,andarguedamatterofimportance。

  ’Ihavemadeanamazingdiscoveryinconnexionwiththevariablestars,’heexclaimed。’Itwillexcitethewholeastronomicalworld,andtheworldoutsidebutlittleless。Ihadlongsuspectedthetruesecretoftheirvariability;butitwasbythemerestchanceonearththatIhituponaproofofmyguess。Yourequatorialhasdoneit,mygood,kindLadyConstantine,andourfameisestablishedforever!’

  Hesprangintotheair,andwavedhishatinhistriumph。

  ’Oh,Iamsoglad——sorejoiced!’shecried。’Whatisit?Butdon’tstoptotellme。Publishitatonceinsomepaper;nailyournametoit,orsomebodywillseizetheideaandappropriateit,——

  forestallyouinsomeway。ItwillbeAdamsandLeverrieroveragain。’

  ’IfImaywalkwithyouIwillexplainthenatureofthediscovery。

  ItaccountsfortheoccasionalgreentintofCastor,andeverydifficulty。IsaidIwouldbetheCopernicusofthestellarsystem,andIhavebeguntobe。Yetwhoknows?’

  ’Nowdon’tbesoupanddown!Ishallnotunderstandyourexplanation,andIwouldrathernotknowit。Ishallrevealitifitisverygrand。Women,youknow,arenotsafedepositariesofsuchvaluablesecrets。Youmaywalkwithmealittleway,withgreatpleasure。Thengoandwriteyouraccount,soastoinsureyourownershipofthediscovery……Buthowyouhavewatched!’

  shecried,inasuddenaccessionofanxiety,assheturnedtolookmorecloselyathim。’Theorbitsofyoureyesareleaden,andyoureyelidsareredandheavy。Don’tdoit——praydon’t。Youwillbeill,andbreakdown。’

  ’Ihave,itistrue,beenupalittlelatethislastweek,’hesaidcheerfully。’Infact,Icouldn’ttearmyselfawayfromtheequatorial;itissuchawonderfulpossessionthatitkeepsmetheretilldaylight。Butwhatdoesthatmatter,nowIhavemadethediscovery?’

  ’Ah,itDOESmatter!Now,promiseme——Iinsist——thatyouwillnotcommitsuchimprudencesagain;forwhatshouldIdoifmyAstronomerRoyalweretodie?’

  Shelaughed,butfartooapprehensivelytobeeffectiveasadisplayoflevity。

  Theyparted,andhewenthometowriteouthispaper。Hepromisedtocallassoonashisdiscoverywasinprint。Thentheywaitedfortheresult。

  ItisimpossibletodescribethetremulousstateofLadyConstantineduringtheinterval。ThewarminterestshetookinSwithinSt。

  Cleeve——manywouldhavesaiddangerouslywarminterest——madehishopesherhopes;andthoughshesometimesadmittedtoherselfthatgreatallowancewasrequisitefortheoverweeningconfidenceofyouthinthefuture,shepermittedherselftobeblindedtoprobabilitiesforthepleasureofsharinghisdreams。Itseemednotunreasonabletosupposethepresenthourtobethebeginningofrealizationtoherdarlingwishthatthisyoungmanshouldbecomefamous。Hehadworkedhard,andwhyshouldhenotbefamousearly?

  Hisverysimplicityinmundaneaffairsaffordedastrongpresumptionthatinthingscelestialhemightbewise。Toobtainsupportforthishypothesisshehadonlytothinkoverthelivesofmanyeminentastronomers。

  Shewaitedfeverishlyfortheflourishoftrumpetsfromafar,bywhichsheexpectedtheannouncementofhisdiscoverytobegreeted。

  Knowingthatimmediateintelligenceoftheoutburstwouldbebroughttoherbyhimself,shewatchedfromthewindowsoftheGreatHouseeachmorningforasightofhisfigurehasteningdowntheglade。

  Buthedidnotcome。

  Alongarrayofwetdayspassedtheirdrearyshapesbeforeher,andmadethewaitingstillmoretedious。Ononeoftheseoccasionssheranacrosstothetower,attheriskofaseverecold。Thedoorwaslocked。

  Twodaysaftershewentagain。Thedoorwaslockedstill。Butthiswasonlytobeexpectedinsuchweather。Yetshewouldhavegoneontohishouse,hadtherenotbeenonereasontoomanyagainstsuchprecipitancy。Asastronomerandastronomertherewasnoharmintheirmeetings;butaswomanandmanshefearedthem。

  Tendayspassedwithoutasightofhim;tenblurredanddrearydays,duringwhichthewholelandscapedrippedlikeamop;theparktreesswabbedthegravelfromthedrive,whiletheskywasazinc—colouredarchi—vaultofimmovablecloud。Itseemedasifthewholescienceofastronomyhadneverbeenreal,andthattheheavenlybodies,withtheirmotions,wereastheoreticalasthelinesandcirclesofabygonemathematicalproblem。

  Shecouldcontentherselfnolongerwithfruitlessvisitstothecolumn,andwhentherainhadalittleabatedshewalkedtothenearesthamlet,andinaconversationwiththefirstoldwomanshemetcontrivedtoleaduptothesubjectofSwithinSt。Cleevebytalkingabouthisgrandmother。

  ’Ah,pooroldheart;’tisabadtimeforher,mylady!’exclaimedthedame。

  ’What?’

  ’Hergrandsonisdying;andsuchagentlemanthroughandthrough!’

  ’What!……Oh,ithassomethingtodowiththatdreadfuldiscovery!’

  ’Discovery,mylady?’

  Shelefttheoldwomanwithanevasiveanswer,andwithabreakingheartcreptalongtheroad。Tearsbrimmedintohereyesasshewalked,andbythetimethatshewasoutofsightsobsburstforthtumultuously。

  ’Iamtoofondofhim!’shemoaned;’butIcan’thelpit;andI

  don’tcareifit’swrong,——Idon’tcare!’

  WithoutfurtherconsiderationsastowhobeheldherdoingssheinstinctivelywentstraighttowardsMrs。Martin’s。SeeingamancomingshecalmedherselfsufficientlytoaskhimthroughherdroppedveilhowpoorMr。St。Cleevewasthatday。Butsheonlygotthesamereply:’Theysayheisdying,mylady。’

  WhenSwithinhadpartedfromLadyConstantine,onthepreviousAsh—

  Wednesday,hehadgonestraighttothehomesteadandpreparedhisaccountof’ANewAstronomicalDiscovery。’Itwaswrittenperhapsintooglowingarhetoricforthetruescientifictoneofmind;buttherewasnodoubtthathisassertionmetwithamoststartlingaptnessallthedifficultieswhichhadaccompaniedthereceivedtheoriesonthephenomenaattendingthosechangeablesunsofmarvelloussystemssofaraway。Itaccountedforthenebulousmistthatsurroundssomeofthemattheirweakesttime;inshort,tookupapositionofprobabilitywhichhasneveryetbeensuccessfullyassailed。

  Thepaperswerewrittenintriplicate,andcarefullysealedupwithbluewax。OnecopywasdirectedtoGreenwich,anothertotheRoyalSociety,anothertoaprominentastronomer。Abriefstatementoftheessenceofthediscoverywasalsopreparedfortheleadingdailypaper。

  Heconsideredthesedocuments,embodyingastheydidtwoyearsofhisconstantthought,reading,andobservation,tooimportanttobeentrustedforpostingtothehandsofamessenger;tooimportanttobesenttothesub—post—officeathand。Thoughthedaywaswet,drippingwet,hewentonfootwiththemtoachiefoffice,fivemilesoff,andregisteredthem。Quiteexhaustedbythewalk,afterhislongnight—work,wetthrough,yetsustainedbythesenseofagreatachievement,hecalledatabookseller’sfortheastronomicalperiodicalstowhichhesubscribed;then,restingforashorttimeataninn,heploddedhiswayhomewards,readinghispapersashewent,andplanninghowtoenjoyareposeonhislaurelsofaweekormore。

  Onhestrolledthroughtherain,holdingtheumbrellaverticallyovertheexposedpagetokeepitdrywhileheread。Suddenlyhiseyewasstruckbyanarticle。ItwasthereviewofapamphletbyanAmericanastronomer,inwhichtheauthorannouncedaconclusivediscoverywithregardtovariablestars。

  ThediscoverywaspreciselythediscoveryofSwithinSt。Cleeve。

  Anothermanhadforestalledhisfamebyaperiodofaboutsixweeks。

  ThentheyouthfoundthatthegoddessPhilosophy,towhomhehadvowedtodedicatehiswholelife,wouldnotinreturnsupporthimthroughasinglehourofdespair。Intruth,theimpishnessofcircumstancewasnewertohimthanitwouldhavebeentoaphilosopherofthreescore—and—ten。Inawildwishforannihilationheflunghimselfdownonapatchofheatherthatlayalittleremovedfromtheroad,andinthishumidbedremainedmotionless,whiletimepassedbyunheeded。

  Atlast,fromsheermiseryandweariness,hefellasleep。

  TheMarchrainpeltedhimmercilessly,thebeadedmoisturefromtheheavilychargedlocksofheathpenetratedhimthroughbackandsides,andclottedhishairtounsightlytagsandtufts。Whenheawokeitwasdark。Hethoughtofhisgrandmother,andofherpossiblealarmatmissinghim。Onattemptingtorise,hefoundthathecouldhardlybendhisjoints,andthathisclotheswereasheavyasleadfromsaturation。Histeethchatteringandhiskneestremblinghepursuedhiswayhome,wherehisappearanceexcitedgreatconcern。Hewasobligedatoncetoretiretobed,andthenextdayhewasdeliriousfromthechill。

  ItwasabouttendaysafterthisunhappyoccurrencethatLadyConstantinelearntthenews,asabovedescribed,andhastenedalongtothehomesteadinthatstateofanguishinwhichtheheartisnolongerunderthecontrolofthejudgment,andself—abandonmenteventoerror,vergesonheroism。

  OnreachingthehouseinWellandBottomthedoorwasopenedtoherbyoldHannah,whoworeanassiduouslysorrowfullook;andLadyConstantinewasshownintothelargeroom,——sowidethatthebeamsbentinthemiddle,——whereshetookherseatinoneofamethodicrangeofchairs,beneathaportraitoftheReverendMr。St。Cleeve,herastronomer’serraticfather。

  Theeightunwatereddyingplants,intherowofeightflower—pots,denotedthattherewassomethingwronginthehouse。Mrs。Martincamedownstairsfretting,herwonderatbeholdingLadyConstantinenotaltogetherdisplacingthepreviousmoodofgrief。

  ’Here’saprettykettleoffish,mylady!’sheexclaimed。

  LadyConstantinesaid,’Hush!’andpointedinquiringlyupward。

  ’Heisnotoverhead,mylady,’repliedSwithin’sgrandmother。’Hisbedroomisatthebackofthehouse。’

  ’Howishenow?’

  ’Heisbetter,justatthismoment;andwearemorehopeful。Buthechangesso。’

  ’MayIgoup?Iknowhewouldliketoseeme。’

  Herpresencehavingbeenmadeknowntothesufferer,shewasconductedupstairstoSwithin’sroom。Thewaythitherwasthroughthelargechamberhehadusedasastudyandforthemanufactureofopticalinstruments。Therelaythelargepasteboardtelescope,thathadbeenjustsuchafailureasCrusoe’slargeboat;therewerehisdiagrams,maps,globes,andcelestialapparatusofvarioussorts。

  Theabsenceoftheworker,throughillnessordeathissufficienttotouchtheprosiestworkshopandtoolswiththehuesofpathos,anditwaswithaswellingbosomthatLadyConstantinepassedthroughthisarenaofhisyouthfulactivitiestothelittlechamberwherehelay。

  OldMrs。Martinsatdownbythewindow,andLadyConstantinebentoverSwithin。

  ’Don’tspeaktome!’shewhispered。’Itwillweakenyou;itwillexciteyou。Ifyoudospeak,itmustbeverysoftly。’

  Shetookhishand,andoneirrepressibletearfelluponit。

  ’Nothingwillexcitemenow,LadyConstantine,’hesaid;’notevenyourgoodnessincoming。MylastexcitementwaswhenIlostthebattle……Doyouknowthatmydiscoveryhasbeenforestalled?

  Itisthatthat’skillingme。’

  ’Butyouaregoingtorecover;youarebetter,theysay。Isitso?’

  ’IthinkIam,to—day。Butwhocanbesure?’

  ’Thepoorboywassoupsetatfindingthathislabourhadbeenthrownaway,’saidhisgrandmother,’thathelaydownintherain,andchilledhislifeout。’

  ’Howcouldyoudoit?’LadyConstantinewhispered。’O,howcouldyouthinksomuchofrenown,andsolittleofme?Why,foreverydiscoverymadetherearetenbehindthatawaitmaking。Tocommitsuicidelikethis,asiftherewerenobodyintheworldtocareforyou!’

  ’Itwasdoneinmyhaste,andIamvery,verysorryforit!Ibegbothyouandallmyfewfriendsnever,nevertoforgiveme!Itwouldkillmewithself—reproachifyouweretopardonmyrashness!’

  Atthismomentthedoctorwasannounced,andMrs。Martinwentdownstairstoreceivehim。LadyConstantinethoughtshewouldremaintohearhisreport,andforthispurposewithdrew,andsatdowninanookoftheadjoiningwork—roomofSwithin,thedoctormeetingherashepassedthroughitintothesickchamber。

  Hewasthereatorturinglylongtime;butatlengthhecameouttotheroomshewaitedin,andcrosseditonhiswaydownstairs。Sheroseandfollowedhimtothestairhead。

  ’Howishe?’sheanxiouslyasked。’Willhegetoverit?’

  Thedoctor,notknowingthedepthofherinterestinthepatient,spokewiththebluntcandournaturaltowardsacomparativelyindifferentinquirer。

  ’No,LadyConstantine,’hereplied;’there’sachangefortheworse。’

  Andheretireddownthestairs。

  ScarcelyknowingwhatshedidLadyConstantineranbacktoSwithin’sside,flungherselfuponthebedandinaparoxysmofsorrowkissedhim。

  X

  TheplacidinhabitantsoftheparishofWelland,includingwarblingwaggoners,loneshepherds,ploughmen,theblacksmith,thecarpenter,thegardenerattheGreatHouse,thestewardandagent,theparson,clerk,andsoon,werehourlyexpectingtheannouncementofSt。

  Cleeve’sdeath。Thesextonhadbeengoingtoseehisbrother—in—

  law,ninemilesdistant,butpromptlypostponedthevisitforafewdays,thattheremightbetheregularprofessionalhandpresenttotollthebellinanoteofduefulnessandsolemnity;anattemptbyadeputy,onapreviousoccasionofhisabsence,havingdegeneratedintoamiserablestammeringclangthatwasadisgracetotheparish。

  ButSwithinSt。Cleevedidnotdecease,afactofwhich,indeed,thehabituatedreaderwillhavebeenwellawareeversincetheraincamedownupontheyoungmanintheninthchapter,andledtohisalarmingillness。Though,forthatmatter,somanymaimedhistoriesarehourlyenactingthemselvesinthisdun—colouredworldastolendalmostapriorityofinteresttonarrativesconcerningthose’WholaygreatbasesforeternityWhichprovemoreshortthanwasteorruining。’

  Howitarosethathedidnotdiewasinthiswise;andhisexampleaffordsanotherinstanceofthatreflexruleofthevassalsouloverthesovereignbody,which,operatingsowonderfullyinelasticnatures,andmoreorlessinall,originallygaverisetothelegendthatsupremacylayontheotherside。

  Theeveningofthedayafterthetender,despairing,farewellkissofLadyConstantine,whenhewasalittlelessweakthanduringhervisit,helaywithhisfacetothewindow。Helayalone,quietandresigned。Hehadbeenthinking,sometimesofherandotherfriends,butchieflyofhislostdiscovery。Althoughnearlyunconsciousatthetime,hehadyetbeenawareofthatkiss,asthedelicateflushwhichfollowedituponhischeekwouldhavetold;buthehadattachedlittleimportancetoitasbetweenwomanandman。Hadhebeendyingofloveinsteadofwetweather,perhapstheimpulsiveactofthathandsomeladywouldhavebeenseizedonasaproofthathislovewasreturned。Asitwasherkissseemedbuttheevidenceofanaturallydemonstrativekindliness,felttowardshimchieflybecausehewasbelievedtobeleavingherforever。

  Theredsofsunsetpassed,andduskdrewon。OldHannahcameupstairstopulldowntheblindsandassheadvancedtothewindowhesaidtoher,inafaintvoice,’Well,Hannah,whatnewsto—day?’

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