But when, at the close of two years, he visited his native village, and
she saw before her, instead of the homely youth who had left her that
winter evening, one who, to her inexperienced eyes, appeared a finished
gentleman, her heart sank within her, as if she had found Nature herself
false in her ripening processes, destroying the beautiful promise of a
former year by changing instead of developing her creations. He spoke
kindly to her, but not cordially. To her ear the voice seemed to come
from a great distance out of the past; and while she looked upon him,
that optical change passed over her vision, which all have experienced
after gazing abstractedly on any object for a time: his form grew very
small, and receded to an immeasurable distance; till, her imagination
mingling with the twilight haze of her senses, she seemed to see him
standing far off on a hill, with the bright horizon of sunset for a
background to his clearly defined figure.
She knew no more till she found herself in bed in the dark; and the
first message that reached her from the outer world was the infernal
growl of the bull-dog from the room below. Next day she saw her lover
walking with two ladies, who would have thought it some degree of
condescension to speak to her; and he passed the house without once
looking towards it.
One who is sufficiently possessed by the demon of nervousness to be glad
of the magnetic influences of a friend’s company in a public promenade,
or of a horse beneath him in passing through a churchyard, will have
some faint idea of how utterly exposed and defenceless poor Elsie now
felt on the crowded thoroughfare of life. And so the insensibility which
had overtaken her, was not the ordinary swoon with which Nature relieves
the overstrained nerves, but the return of the epileptic fits of her
early childhood; and if the condition of the poor girl had been pitiable
before, it was tenfold more so now. Yet she did not complain, but bore
all in silence, though it was evident that her health was giving way.
But now, help came to her from a strange quarter; though many might not
be willing to accord the name of help to that which rather hastened than
retarded the progress of her decline.
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