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Sleeplessness had its usual effect. The following day he was quite
worn out in mind and body,--felt it, knew it, could not deny the fact
when it was suggested to him mildly by Stephens, more firmly by his
doctors,--but yet persevered in his intention of getting up. He was
sure he should be so much better out of bed; he was certain that a
change--were it only to his easy-chair--would do him so much good. He
could be very positive--"obstinate" was the phrase by which the doctors
distinguished it, "arbitrary" was Stephen's phrase--when he chose; and
so they let him have his way, wondering why he preferred to leave the
calm seclusion of his bed. They little knew that the contents of that
little note which the valet had seen protruding from the corner of his
master's pillow when he went in to call him in the morning had worked
that charm; they did not know that she had promised to spend the day
with him and read and play to him. But he did; and had he died for it,
he could not have denied himself that afternoon of delight.
So he was dressed, and wheeled into his sitting-room, and placed by
his desk and among his books. He had twice nearly fainted during the
process and Stephens, who knew his every look, and was as regardful of
his master's health as the just appreciation of a highly-paid place
could make him, had urged Lord Caterham to desist and return to his
bed. But Caterham was obstinate; and the toilette was performed and the
sitting-room gained, and then he desired that Miss Maurice might be
told he was anxious to see her.
She came in an instant. Ah, how radiant and fresh she looked as
she entered the room! Since the end of the season, she had so far
assumed her heiress position as to have a carriage of her own and a
saddle-horse; and instead of accompanying Lady Beauport in her set
round of "airing," Annie had taken long drives into country regions,
where she had alighted and walked in the fresh air, duly followed by
the carriage; or on horseback, and attended by her groom, had galloped
off to Hampstead and Highgate and Willesden and Ealing in the early
morning, long before Lady Beauport had thought of unclosing her eyes.
It was this glorious exercise, this enjoyment of heaven's light and air
and sun, that had given the rose to Annie's cheeks and the brilliance
to her eyes. She was freckled here and there; and there was a bit
of a brown mark on her forehead, showing exactly how much was left
unshaded by her hat. These were things which would have distressed
most well-regulated Belgravian damsels; but they troubled Annie not
one whit; and as she stood close by his chair, with her bright eyes
and her pushed-off brown hair, and the big teeth gleaming in her fresh
wholesome mouth, Caterham thought he had never seen her look more
charming, and felt that the distance between her, brimming over with
health, and him, gradually succumbing to disease, was greater than ever.
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