The Harmsworth Magazine, v. 1, 1898-1899, No. 2Various
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The Harmsworth Magazine, v. 1, 1898-1899, No. 2
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London (England) -- Periodicals
And then, as I sat there, I heard the brisk sound of wheels, and a
carriage drove by, and in it there sat a lady of a rather severe aspect
and a girl. The girl glanced up at the inn as she passed; from out of a
nest of white fur, there looked a face that made me come nearer to
forgetting Lucy than anything I could have imagined. "That," said I to
myself, "is Norah, and the other is Mrs. O'Callaghan. My dear St.
Alleyne, I'll begin my part of the game this minute if it's to help you
to win that child."
And indeed there was no time to be lost, for we had arranged that St.
Alleyne was to call at eleven o'clock the next morning to see how things
were getting on. I accordingly looked for a bell-rope, but, being unable
to find one, I opened the door and called downstairs. Biddy came up
light as a bird, and with a merry engaging smile on her face.
"Biddy," I said, "I feel ill, and I think I'll go to bed. I've caught a
bad cold, and it may turn to fever with me."
"Lord save us!" she cried, "will I send for the docther?"
"No, I'll see how I am later. And, Biddy, at six o'clock, I might try to
eat some dinner."
"To be sure, sorr," she said. "Can I do anythin' for ye now?"
"No," said I, pressing my hand against my forehead, "but if I want
anything I'll ring."
"There's no bell," she said, "so you must just knock on the flure, an'
I'll hear ye."
With that she departed, and I made up the fire and got slowly into bed.
My head did ache a little, but not enough to make me unhappy, and it
seemed to me, as I lay in the midst of that apparently dead Irish town,
that I was coming perilously near to playing the fool. But my confidence
in St. Alleyne was unbounded, and under all his lightness of manner it
was plain that he was in deadly earnest; so presently, thinking of him
and of the face I had seen, and being horribly tired after the previous
night, I fell comfortably asleep.
When I awoke it was dark outside and there was only the red glow of
firelight in the room. I got up to light a candle, and felt rather
lightheaded and feverish; it gave me some satisfaction to realise that I
should not have to altogether act my part. I looked at my watch and
found that it was a quarter to six. I lay down again and listened;
beyond the slight movement in the house there was not a sound to be
heard; I might have been in a lodge in the wilderness.
Presently I heard Biddy's light step on the stairs, and there was a
tentative knock at the door.
"Come in," I cried, and she entered with dinner and a lamp.
"Are you betther, sorr?" she asked.
"No," said I, "but worse."
"Will I send for Docther Nolan now?"
"No, Biddy, I'll try to eat some dinner."
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