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The Countess cast no look of kindness on my worn-out frame, though
afterwards she thanked me coldly for my attentions. Not so Idris; her
first glance was for her brother; she took his hand, she kissed his
eye-lids, and hung over him with looks of compassion and love. Her eyes
glistened with tears when she thanked me, and the grace of her
expressions was enhanced, not diminished, by the fervour, which caused
her almost to falter as she spoke. Her mother, all eyes and ears, soon
interrupted us; and I saw, that she wished to dismiss me quietly, as
one whose services, now that his relatives had arrived, were of no use
to her son. I was harassed and ill, resolved not to give up my post,
yet doubting in what way I should assert it; when Adrian called me, and
clasping my hand, bade me not leave him. His mother, apparently
inattentive, at once understood what was meant, and seeing the hold we
had upon her, yielded the point to us.
The days that followed were full of pain to me; so that I sometimes
regretted that I had not yielded at once to the haughty lady, who
watched all my motions, and turned my beloved task of nursing my friend
to a work of pain and irritation. Never did any woman appear so
entirely made of mind, as the Countess of Windsor. Her passions had
subdued her appetites, even her natural wants; she slept little, and
hardly ate at all; her body was evidently considered by her as a mere
machine, whose health was necessary for the accomplishment of her
schemes, but whose senses formed no part of her enjoyment. There is
something fearful in one who can thus conquer the animal part of our
nature, if the victory be not the effect of consummate virtue; nor was
it without a mixture of this feeling, that I beheld the figure of the
Countess awake when others slept, fasting when I, abstemious naturally,
and rendered so by the fever that preyed on me, was forced to recruit
myself with food. She resolved to prevent or diminish my opportunities
of acquiring influence over her children, and circumvented my plans by
a hard, quiet, stubborn resolution, that seemed not to belong to flesh
and blood. War was at last tacitly acknowledged between us. We had many
pitched battles, during which no word was spoken, hardly a look was
interchanged, but in which each resolved not to submit to the other.
The Countess had the advantage of position; so I was vanquished, though
I would not yield.
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