Great Britain -- Social conditions -- 19th century -- Fiction
“Yes, thank you! how good of you to come! Who is this lady?”
“My aunt, sir--a very notable woman. See, she is setting your things to
rights already. Aunt, I wonder at you!”
She then dipped the corner of her handkerchief in scent, and slightly
coloring now that her patient was conscious, she made the spirit enter
his nostrils.
He gave a sigh of languid pleasure--“That is so invigorating.” Then he
looked upward--“See how good God is to me! in my sore need He has sent
me help. Oh! how pleasant is the face of a friend. By-the-way, I took
you for an angel at first,” added he naively.
“But you have come to your senses now, sir! ha! ha! ha!” cried busy,
merry Mrs. Davies, hard at work. For as soon as the patient began
visibly to return to life, she had turned her back on him and fallen on
the furniture.
“I hope you are come to stay with me.” As Susan was about to answer in
the negative, Mrs. Davies made signals for a private conference; and
after some whispering, Susan replied, “that her aunt wanted to put the
house in apple-pie order, and that she, Susan, felt too anxious about
him to go until he should be quite recovered.”
“In that case, ladies,” said he, “I consecrate to you my entire second
floor, three rooms,” and he rang the bell and said to the servant, “Take
your orders from these ladies, and show them the second floor.”
While his visitors were examining their apartments, Mr. Eden sought a
little rest, and had no sooner dropped upon his bed than sleep came to
his relief.
He slept for nearly four hours; at first soundly, then dozing and
dreaming. While he slept a prisoner sent for him, but Susan would not
have him awakened for that.
By-and-by Susan went into the town, leaving her aunt sole guardian.
“Now, aunt,” said she, “don't let him be disturbed whoever comes for
him. It is as much as his life is worth!”
“Well, then, I won't! there.”
Susan had not been long gone when a turnkey called, and was shown into
the parlor where Mrs. Davies was very busy. He looked about him and told
her he had called for a book Mr. Eden promised him.
“Mr. Eden is asleep.”
“Asleep at this time of day?” said the man incredulously.
“Yes, asleep,” answered Mrs. Davies sharply; “is he never to have any
sleep?”
“Well, perhaps you will tell him Mr. Fry has come for the book as
requested.”
“Couldn't think of disturbing him for that, Mr. Fry,” replied Mrs.
Davies, not intermitting her work for a single moment.
“Very well, ma'am!” said Mr. Fry, in dudgeon. “I never was here before,
and I shan't ever come again--that is all--” and off he went. Mrs.
Davies showed her dismay at this threat by dusting on without once
taking her eye or her mind off her job.
It was eight o'clock. Mr. Eden woke and found it almost dark.
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