When I remember how charmingly she looked, I don’t blame myself at all
for being tempted; but if I had been fool enough to yield to the impulse,
I should certainly have been ashamed to tell of it. She did not know
what to make of it, finding herself there alone, in such guise, and me
staring at her. She looked down at her white robe and bare feet, and
colored,——then at the goblet she held in her hand,——then at the taper;
and at last her thoughts seemed to clear up.
I know it all,——she said.——He is going to die, and I must go and sit by
him. Nobody will care for him as I shall, and I have nobody else to care
for.
I assured her that nothing was needed for him that night but rest, and
persuaded her that the excitement of her presence could only do harm. Let
him sleep, and he would very probably awake better in the morning. There
was nothing to be said, for I spoke with authority; and the young girl
glided away with noiseless step and sought her own chamber.
XI.
——On my second visit, I found Iris sitting by the Little Gentleman’s
pillow. To my disappointment, the room was darkened. He did not like the
light, and would have the shutters kept nearly closed. It was good enough
for me;——what business had I to be indulging my curiosity, when I had
nothing to do but to exercise such skill as I possessed for the benefit
of my patient? There was not much to be said or done in such a case; but
I spoke as encouragingly as I could, as I think we are always bound to
do. He did not seem to pay any very anxious attention, but the poor girl
listened as if her own life and more than her own life were depending
on the words I uttered. She followed me out of the room, when I had got
through my visit.
How long?——she said.
Uncertain. Any time; to-day,——next week,——next month,——I answered.——One
of those cases where the issue is not doubtful, but may be sudden or slow.
The women of the house were kind, as women always are in trouble. But
Iris pretended that nobody could spare the time as well as she, and kept
her place, hour after hour, until the landlady insisted that she’d be
killin’ herself, if she begun at that rate, ’n’ haf to give up, if she
didn’t want to be clean beat out in less ’n a week.
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