Scotland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
She fell into a restless sleep troublous with dreams. Personalities,
scenes, chased each other through her wearied brain, which could not
distinguish the false from the true, but which was conscious of an
unvarying background of distress. Towards morning she woke and set her
door open, for she was feverish with tossing and greedy of air. As she
stood a moment on the landing, a subdued noise in her aunt’s room made
her go quickly towards it and stand listening at the door. It was the
terrible sound of Lady Eliza sobbing in the dawn.
CHAPTER XVII
CECILIA PAYS HER DEBTS
CECILIA rose to meet a new day, each moment of which the coming years
failed to obliterate from her memory. In the first light hours she had
taken her happiness in her two hands and killed it, deliberately, for
the sake of the woman she loved. She had decided to part with Gilbert
Speid.
She hid nothing from herself and made no concealment. She did not
pretend that she could offer herself up willingly, or with any glow of
the emotional flame of renunciation, for she had not that temperament
which can make the sacrificial altar a bed of inverted luxury. She
neither fell on her knees, nor prayed, nor called upon Heaven to
witness her deed, because there was only one thing which she cared it
should witness, and that was Lady Eliza’s peace of mind. Nor, while
purchasing this, did she omit to count the cost. The price was a higher
one than she could afford, for, when it was paid, there would be
nothing left.
The thing which had culminated but yesterday had been growing for many
months, and only those who wait for an official stamp to be put upon
events before admitting their existence will suppose that Cecilia was
parting with what she had scarcely had time to find necessary. She was
parting with everything, and she knew it. The piteousness of her aunt’s
unquestionably real suffering was such that she determined it must end.
That someone should suffer was inevitable, and the great gallantry in
her rose up and told her that she could bear more than could Lady
Eliza.
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