’You have stretched a great point for me, Mr. Burns,’ he said, ’in that
you have undertaken this interview when you were so little able to bear
the strain. I admire your fortitude, and I beg to thank you for the
unselfish effort. I see how it has worn you out, and I will leave you
now, and call your nurse.’ The poet opened his eyes, and fixed them on
the younger man with an indescribably yearning look.
’I would do better now,’ he said, ’to pray than to preach! There is one
prayer for us all, Mr. Herries—for you—for me: "_Forgive us our debts as
we forgive our debtors!_"’
’Amen!’ said Herries, with the first ring of emotion in his voice.
Then, with a deep inclination, he silently left the room.
*CHAPTER XLV.*
It took Herries three full days to accomplish the business of which he
had spoken to the poet. When he returned to Dumfries, the town was
ringing with the death of Burns. A suppressed excitement seemed to
pervade the streets; men spoke in muffled voices, awe-stricken, of the
great spirit fled—and women cried to think of the destitute young widow,
with her flock of orphans, who must so soon, in double peril, and under
the very shadow of death, give to the world the poet’s posthumous child.
Herries felt a great delicacy in presenting himself at the house of
mourning, and yet time pressed, and the possession of the letters was of
vital importance to him. He waited one day, and then, on the morning of
his departure, directed his steps to the Wee Vennel. This time the door
was opened to him by Jessie Lewars, her pretty face swollen and
discoloured by tears.
’I was directed by—by the late Mr. Burns to call here for a packet of
letters,’ said Herries, with respectful hesitancy.
’We were bidden to expect you, sir,’ answered the girl, and then she
added that invitation which, under the circumstances, among the
peasantry of Scotland, is never withheld and never refused: ’Will you be
pleased to come up the stair and view the corpse, sir?’ Herries
followed her upstairs, but she did not enter the room with him. He was
left to do that alone.
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