Poor Miss Finch Page 19

  CHAPTER THE SEVENTEENTH

  The Doctor's Opinion

  BEFORE another word had been exchanged between us, Lucilla entered theroom. We looked at each other. If we could have spoken at that moment, Ibelieve we should both have said, "Thank God, she is blind!"

  "Have you all forgotten me?" she asked. "Oscar! where are you? What doesthe doctor say?"

  She advanced into the room. In a moment more, she would have stumbledagainst the prostrate man still writhing on the floor. I laid my hand onher arm, and stopped her.

  She suddenly caught my hand in hers. "Why did you tremble," she asked,"when you took me by the arm? Why are you trembling now?" Her delicatesense of touch was not to be deceived. I vainly denied that anything hadhappened: my hand had betrayed me. "There is something wrong!" sheexclaimed, "Oscar has not answered me."

  The doctor came to my assistance.

  "There is nothing to be alarmed about," he said. "Mr. Dubourg is not verywell to-day."

  She turned on the doctor, with a sudden burst of anger.

  "You are deceiving me!" she cried. "Something serious has happened tohim. The truth! tell me the truth! Oh! it's shameful, it's heartless ofboth of you to deceive a wretched blind creature like me!"

  The doctor still hesitated. I told her the truth.

  "Where is he?" she asked, seizing me by the two shoulders, and shaking mein the violence of her agitation.

  I entreated her to wait a little; I tried to place her in a chair. Shepushed me contemptuously away, and went down on the floor on her handsand knees. "I shall find him," she said to herself; "I shall find him inspite of them!" She began to crawl over the floor, feeling the emptyspace before her with her hand. It was horrible. I followed her, andraised her again, by main force.

  "Don't struggle with her," said the doctor. "Let her come here. He isquiet now."

  I looked at Oscar. The worst of it was over. He was exhausted--he wasquite still now. The doctor's voice guided her to the place. She sat downby Oscar on the floor, and laid his head on her lap. The moment shetouched him, the same effect was produced on her which would be produced(if our eyes were bandaged) on you or me when the bandage was taken off.An instant sense of relief diffused itself through her whole being. Shebecame her gentler and sweeter self again. "I am sorry I lost my temper,"she said with the simplicity of a child. "But you don't know how hard itis to be deceived when you are blind." She stooped as she said thosewords, and passed her handkerchief lightly over his forehead. "Doctor,"she asked, "will this happen again?"

  "I hope not."

  "Are you sure not?"

  "I can't say that."

  "What has brought it on?"

  "I am afraid the blow he received on the head has brought it on."

  She asked no more questions; her eager face passed suddenly into a stateof repose. Something seemed to have come into her mind--after thedoctor's answer to her own question--which absorbed her in herself. WhenOscar recovered his consciousness, she left it to me to answer the firstnatural questions which he put. When he personally addressed her shespoke to him kindly, but briefly. Something in her, at that moment,seemed to keep her apart, even from _him._ When the doctor proposedtaking him back to Browndown, she did not insist, as I had anticipated,on going with them. She took leave of him tenderly--but still she let himgo. While he yet lingered near the door, looking back at her, she movedaway slowly to the further end of the room; self-withdrawn into her owndark world--shut up in her thoughts from him and from us.

  The doctor tried to rouse her.

  "You must not think too seriously of this," he said, following her to thewindow at which she stood, and dropping his voice so that Oscar could nothear him. "He has himself told you that he feels lighter and better thanhe felt before the fit. It has relieved instead of injuring him. There isno danger. I assure you, on my honor, there is nothing to fear."

  "Can you assure me, on your honor, of one other thing," she asked,lowering her voice on her side. "Can you honestly tell me that this isnot the first of other fits that are to come?"

  The doctor parried the question.

  "We will have another medical opinion," he answered, "before we decide.The next time I go to see him, a physician from Brighton shall go withme."

  Oscar, who had thus far waited, wondering at the change in her, nowopened the door. The doctor returned to him. They left us.

  She sat down on the window-seat, with her elbows on her knees and herhands grasping her forehead. A long moaning cry burst from her. She saidto herself bitterly the one word--"Farewell!"

  I approached her; feeling the necessity of reminding her that I was inthe room.

  "Farewell to what?" I asked, taking my place by her side.

  "To his happiness and to mine," she answered, without lifting her headfrom her hands. "The dark days are coming for Oscar and for me."

  "Why should you think that? You heard what the doctor said."

  "The doctor doesn't know what I know."

  "What do you know?"

  She paused before she answered me. "Do you believe in fate?" she said,suddenly breaking the silence.

  "I believe in nothing which encourages people to despair of themselves,"I replied.

  She went on without heeding me.

  "What caused the fit which seized him in this room? The blow that struckhim on the head. How did he receive the blow? In trying to defend whatwas his and what was mine. What had he been doing on the day when thethieves entered the house? He had been working on the casket which wasmeant for me. Do you see those events linked together in one chain? Ibelieve the fit will be followed by some next event springing out of it.Something else is coming to darken his life and to darken mine. There isno wedding-day near for us. The obstacles are rising in front of him andin front of me. The next misfortune is very near us. You will see! youwill see!" She shivered as she said those words; and, shrinking away fromme, huddled herself up in a corner of the window-seat.

  It was useless to dispute with her; and worse than useless to sit there,and encourage her to say more. I got up on my feet.

  "There is one thing I believe in," I said cheerfully. "I believe in thebreeze on the hills. Come for a walk!"

  She shrank closer into her corner and shook her head.

  "Let me be!" she broke out impatiently. "Leave me by myself!" She rose,repenting the words the moment they were uttered--she put her arm roundmy neck, and kissed me. "I didn't mean to speak so harshly," said thegentle affectionate creature. "Sister! my heart is heavy. My life to comenever looked so dark to my blind eyes as it looks now." A tear droppedfrom those poor sightless eyes on my cheek. She turned her head asideabruptly. "Forgive me," she murmured, "and let me go." Before I couldanswer, she hurried away to hide herself in her room. The sweet girl! Howyou would have pitied her--how you would have loved her!

  I went out alone for my walk. She had not infected me with hersuperstitious foreboding of ill things to come. But there was one sadword that she had said, in which I could not but agree. After what I hadwitnessed in that room, the wedding-day did indeed look further off thanever.