Artists -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
He turned, and taking the flaring candle from the table, held it above
her head. Her eyes were still closed; but as he moved, they opened
wide, and fixed themselves on him. Such large, deep-violet eyes, with
long sweeping lashes! such a long, solemn, stedfast gaze, in which his
own eyes were caught fast, and remained motionless. Then on to his
hand, leaning on the arm of the chair, came the cold clammy pressure
of feeble fingers; and in his ear, bent and listening, as he saw a
fluttering motion of her lips, murmured very feebly the words, "Bless
you!--saved me!" twice repeated. As her breath fanned his cheek,
Geoffrey Ludlow's heart beat fast and audibly, his hand shook beneath
the light touch of the lithe fingers; but the next instant the eyelids
dropped, the touch relaxed, and a tremulousness seized on the ashy
lips. Geoffrey glanced at her for an instant, and was rushing in alarm
to the door, when it opened, and Charley Potts entered, followed by a
tall grave man, in a long black beard, whom Potts introduced as Dr.
Rollit.
"You're just in time," said Geoffrey; "I was just going to call for
help. She--"
"Pardon me, please," said the doctor, calmly pushing him on one side.
"Permit me to--ah!" he continued, after a glance--"I must trouble you
to leave the room, Potts, please, and take your friend with you. And
just send the woman of the house to me, will you? There is a woman, I
suppose?"
"O yes, there is a woman, of course.--Here, Mrs. Flexor, just step up,
will you?--Now, Geoff, what are you staring at, man? Do you think the
doctor's going to eat the girl? Come on old fellow; we'll sit on the
kitchen-stairs, and catch blackbeetles to pass the time. Come on!"
Geoff roused himself at his friend's touch, and went with him, but in
a dreamy sullen manner. When they got into the passage, he remained
with outstretched ear, listening eagerly; and when Charley spoke, he
savagely bade him hold his tongue. Mr. Potts was so utterly astonished
at this conduct, that he continued staring and motionless, and merely
gave vent to his feelings in one short low whistle. When the door
was opened, Geoffrey Ludlow strode down the passage at once, and
confronting the doctor, asked him what news. Dr. Rollit looked his
questioner steadily in the eyes for a moment; and when he spoke his
tone was softer, his manner less abrupt than before. "There is no
special danger, Mr. Ludlow," said he; "though the girl has had a narrow
escape. She has been fighting with cold and want of proper nourishment
for days, so far as I can tell."
"Did she say so?"
"She said nothing; she has not spoken a word." Dr. Rollit did not fail
to notice that here Geoffrey Ludlow gave a sigh of relief. "I but judge
from her appearance and symptoms. I have told this good person what to
do; and I will look round early in the morning. I live close by. Now,
goodnight."
"You are sure as to the absence of danger?"
"Certain."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account