And a golden light, richer than any sunbeam, rippled through the room.
I knew the soft gleam like the sunset on a harvest-field. It was my
Lily’s smile. A glow of warmth was shed on me, and I fell at once into
a deep and dreamless sleep. You, my child, who have never known such
loss--pray God you never may--very likely you regard all this incident
as a dream. Be it so: if it were a dream, Lily’s angel brought it.
CHAPTER XVI.
The next day I was a different man. All my energy had returned, and all
my reasoning power; but not, thank God, the rigour of my mind, the petty
contempt of my fellow-men. Nothing is more hard to strip than that coat
of flinty closeness formed upon Deucalion’s offcast in the petrifying
well of self. Though I have done my utmost, and prayed of late for help
in doing it, never have I quite scaled off this accursed deposit. This
it was that so estranged your warm nature, Clara; a nature essentially
like your father’s, but never allowed free scope. You could not tell
the reason, children never can; but somehow it made you shiver to be in
contact with me.
Petro and Marcantonia would have been astonished at my sudden change,
but they had lately dosed me with some narcotic herb, procured, by a
special expedition, from the Monte Rotondo, and esteemed a perfect
Stregomastix; so of course the worthy pair expected my recovery. No
longer did they attempt to conceal from me the truth as to my poor
infants, who had been carried off on the day of my return. What I
learned of the great calamity, which then befell me, was this.
Towards sunset, my dear wife, with her usual fondness, went forth to
look for the little yacht returning from the gulf of Porto. Our darling
Harry, then in his third year, was with her, and the young nurse from
Muro. Lily sat upon the cliff, watching a sail far in the offing,
probably our vessel. Then as she turned towards the tower, a man from
the shrubbery stood before her, and called her by her maiden name. She
knew her cousin Lepardo, and supposed that he was come to kill her.
Nevertheless she asked him proudly how he dared to insult her so, in the
presence of her child and servant. He answered that it was her name,
and she was entitled to no other. Then he promised not to harm her, if
she would send the maid away, for he had important things to speak of.
And thereupon he laid before her documents and letters.
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