Night and Morning, CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
General
Night and Morning, Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction
“Oh, dear no! Not the pale middle-aged gentleman nurse and I saw go down
as the clock struck two. But the young, soft-spoken gentleman who came
in the morning, and said as how he was a relation. He stayed with her
till she slept; and, when she woke, she smiled in his face--I shall
never forget that smile--for I was standing on the other side, as
it might be here, and the doctor was by the window, pouring out the
doctor’s stuff in the glass; and so she looked on the young gentleman,
and then looked round at us all, and shook her head very gently, but did
not speak. And the gentleman asked her how she felt, and she took both
his hands and kissed them; and then he put his arms round and raised her
up to take the physic like, and she said then, ‘You will never forget
them?’ and he said, ‘Never.’ I don’t know what that meant, sir!”
“Well, well--go on.”
“And her head fell back on his buzzom, and she looked so happy; and,
when the doctor came to the bedside, she was quite gone.”
“And the stranger had my post! No matter; God bless him--God bless him.
Who was he? what was his name?”
“I don’t know, sir; he did not say. He stayed after the doctor went, and
cried very bitterly; he took on more than you did, sir.”
“And the other gentleman came just as he was a-going, and they did not
seem to like each other; for I heard him through the wall, as nurse and
I were in the next room, speak as if he was scolding; but he did not
stay long.”
“And has never been seen since?”
“No, sir. Perhaps missus can tell you more about him. But won’t you take
something, sir? Do--you look so pale.”
Philip, without speaking, pushed her gently aside, and went slowly down
the stairs. He entered the parlour, where two or three children were
seated, playing at dominoes; he despatched one for their mother, the
mistress of the shop, who came in, and dropped him a courtesy, with a
very grave, sad face, as was proper.
“I am going to leave your house, ma’am; and I wish to settle any little
arrears of rent, &c.”
“O sir! don’t mention it,” said the landlady; and, as she spoke, she
took a piece of paper from her bosom, very neatly folded, and laid it on
the table. “And here, sir,” she added, taking from the same depository
a card,--“here is the card left by the gentleman who saw to the funeral.
He called half an hour ago, and bade me say, with his compliments, that
he would wait on you to-morrow at eleven o’clock. So I hope you won’t go
yet: for I think he means to settle everything for you; he said as much,
sir.”
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.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account