The Deceased Wife's Sister, and My Beautiful Neighbour, v. 3Russell, William Clark
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The Deceased Wife's Sister, and My Beautiful Neighbour, v. 3
Russell, William Clark
English fiction -- 19th century
"He will leave to-morrow, for he can be of no further service here; and
he thinks his presence irritates her."
"He is right, Sir. Mistress came to me this evening, and told me it was
as much as she could do to speak civilly to him. 'What does he want in
this house?' she said. 'Mr. Thorburn can't be with me as he used before
this man came. And he vexes me so, Mrs. Williams. He asks me questions
it pains my head to answer; and I don't like his eyes;' and here she
began to cry."
"Well, he leaves us in the morning. He is keen-sighted and honourable,
and sees that his presence can do no good. I have been troubling myself
to guess what could have worked such a change in Mrs. Thorburn during
my absence. The alteration is too sudden to be due to illness. Nor is
she ill."
"It all came at once, Sir. She was well over night, and next morning,
as I told you, I met her looking downright changed."
"Did she not seem suffering at all the night before?"
"No, Sir, I went to bed at about half-past ten, and left her in the
library. I thought she might be writing to you."
"Am I to believe," I said, "that a sudden access of insanity would
effect such a change? It is possible. Some horror may have seized her
in the night. God only knows what dreadful fancies the diseased mind
will generate to craze the brain. Dr. F---- has told me I must expect
her madness to increase, and that it will be necessary to procure some
one to watch her. Mrs. Williams, would you undertake such a duty?"
"I would not object, Sir. I would do it from pity. She is so delicate
and sweet with all her strangeness, that I could not have the heart to
see her in anybody else's charge."
"By doing this you would be bestowing on me an obligation I could not
repay. It would almost mitigate my grief to think she was tended by
one so worthy and kind as you. Rest assured I shall do my utmost to
recompense you for the trying position you will be placed in."
She curtesied.
"I only beg you will keep the secret. I shall continue residing here
until I see what form her madness takes. Where else could I secure such
privacy--such perfect security from intrusion? From my heart of hearts
I humbly pray God to avert from her and me this most terrible calamity.
But if it be His will that her madness should strengthen, then we will
watch over her as we would over some stricken infant. I may expect
tenderness and love for her from you, Mrs. Williams. You will think
of my devotion, and will take my place when I am from her side; and
cherish, and bear with her; for she deserves it--she deserves it! So
young, so beautiful, so fond--to be blighted like this!"
I buried my face in my hands and burst into tears.
"I will do for her, Sir, as if she was my own child," said Mrs.
Williams in a tremulous tone, moved by my grief. "She shall never want
for love while she is with me."
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