Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Short stories
“Yes, I'll tell you everything if you desire me; perhaps it will relieve
your mind; and Mrs. Trevor said you would wish to know, and
I must be here to receive you. Her patience and thoughtfulness were
marvellous.
“I attend many very clever and charming women, but I tell you, Mr.
Trevor, not one has so impressed me as your wife. Her self-forgetfulness
passed words; she thought of every one except herself; why, one of the
last things she did was to give directions about your room; she was
afraid you might feel the change from the Riviera. But that is by the
way, and these things are not my business.
“From the beginning I was alarmed, and urged that you should be sent
for; but she pledged me not to write; you needed your holiday, she said,
and it must not be darkened with anxiety.
“She spoke every day about your devotion and unselfishness; how you
wished her to go with you, but she had to stay with the boy....
“The turn for the worse? it was yesterday morning, and I had Sir
Reginald at once. We agreed that recovery was hopeless, and I
telegraphed to you without delay.
“We also consulted whether she ought to be told, and Sir Reginald said,
'Certainly; that woman has no fear, for she never thinks of herself, and
she will want to leave messages.'
“'If we can only keep her alive till to-morrow afternoon,' he said,
and you will like to remember that everything known to the best man in
London was done. Sir Reginald came back himself unasked to-day, because
he remembered a restorative that might sustain the failing strength. She
thanked him so sweetly that he was quite shaken; the fact is, that both
of us would soon have played the fool. But I ought not to trouble you
with these trifles at this time, only as you wanted to know all....
“Yes, she understood what we thought before I spoke, and only asked when
you would arrive. 'I want to say “Good-bye,” and then I will be ready,'
but perhaps....
“'Tell you everything?' That is what I am trying to do, and I was here
nearly all day, for I had hoped we might manage to fulfil her wish.
“No, she did not speak much, for we enjoined silence and rest as the
only chance; but she had your photograph on her pillow, and some flowers
you had sent.
“They were withered, and the nurse removed them when she was sleeping;
but she missed them, and we had to put them in her hands. 'My husband
was so thoughtful.'
“This is too much for you, I see; it is simply torture. Wait till
to-morrow....
“Well, if you insist Expecting a letter... yes... let me recollect...
No, I am not hiding anything, but you must not let this get upon your
mind.
“We would have deceived her, but she knew the hour of the Continental
mails, and could detect the postman's ring. Once a letter came, and
she insisted upon seeing it in case of any mistake. But it was only an
invitation for you, I think, to some country house.
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