Idiot or no idiot--and I know I'm not far off even at the best of
times--how I did wish that I could have had one gleam just then!
CHAPTER XX
THE OPENING OF THE COFFIN
Shall I ever forget the day which followed?--the greatest in all my
life! I'll have to be very old first, and far gone in my dotage. When
I woke up in the morning I couldn't think where I was. I hadn't slept
out of Little Olive Street, since James took me there after we were
married, I don't think half-a-dozen times. And never in such a room as
I was in then; nor yet in one anywhere like it.
When it all came back to me somehow I felt happier than I'd done for I
don't know how long. I'd had a good night's sleep; not a worry on my
mind. I could have sung as I lay in bed; yes, and laughed. There were
the children; Jimmy on one side, and Pollie on the other. They'd
wanted to make up a separate bed for them, but I wouldn't hear of it;
and when that grand lady, who it seemed was the housekeeper, put on
airs, as if they were her children, I let her see--and I felt sure
that, before very long, their father'd be beside me too.
I wasn't a bit afraid. With the night even the last shadow of a doubt
had gone. Whatever or whoever was in that mausoleum place they talked
about, and which we should soon be going to see, I knew it wasn't
James there. There might be trouble in it for some one, but I was sure
it wasn't for me.
We had breakfast with the family--oh dear! it was a meal. There was
the young gentleman and Miss Desmond and the children and me. I was on
pins and needles all the time lest the children should do something
they didn't ought. They weren't used to eating in company; and
everything was that grand I was in a muddle enough myself without
having to think of them. The servants--the serving-men that is--they
were the worst. The children couldn't eat their breakfast for staring
at them. They asked all sorts of questions--about their white
stockings, and their white hair and I don't know what. The young
gentleman seemed to think it was a joke. But Miss Desmond could see I
wasn't comfortable; so she sent the men out of the room, and then we
had a little peace.
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