Into this back-room first went Bessy, passed by her boxes, closed the
window, and drew the white blind down. From thence into the next
chamber--a pretty room with chintz curtains to the window and the
Arabian bed. Dr. Rane was very particular about having plenty of air
in his house, and would have every window open all day long. Next,
Bessy crossed the landing again to her own chamber. She had to pass
through the drab room (as may be remembered) to get to it. The drab
room was in just the same state that it used to be; Dr. Rane's glass
jars and other articles used in chemistry lying on one side its bare
floor. Formerly they were strewed about anywhere: under Bessy's neat
rule they were gathered into a small space. Sometimes Bessy thought
she should like to make this her own sitting and work-room: its window
looked towards the fields beyond Dallory Ham. Often, when she first
came to the house, she would softly say to her heart, "What a nice
day-nursery it would make!" She had left off saying it now.
Taking some work from a drawer in her own room, which was what she
went up for--for she knew that Oliver would tell her to leave off if
she attempted to stitch the wristbands by candle-light--she stood for
a minute at the window and saw some gentleman, whom she did not
recognize, turn out of Mr. Seeley's, and go towards Dallory.
"A fresh patient," she thought to herself, with a sigh very like envy.
"He gets them all. I wish a few would come to Oliver."
As she watched the stranger up the road, something in his height and
make put her in mind of her dead brother, Edmund. All her thoughts
went back to the unhappy time of his death, and to the letter that had
led to it.
"It's very good of Oliver to comfort me, saying he could not in any
case have lived long--and I suppose it was so," murmured Bessy; "but
that does not make it any the less shocking. He was killed. Cut off
without warning by that wicked, anonymous letter. And I don't believe
the writer will be ever traced now: even Richard seems to have cooled
in the pursuit, since he discovered it was not the man he had
suspected."
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