Christian fiction; Wingfold, Thomas (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
“I am afraid you are going to be ill, Poldie; but, however ill you may
feel, you must promise me to try and make as little noise as you can,
and never cry out if you can help it. When I do like this,” she went on,
laying her finger on his lips, “you must be silent altogether.”
“I will do whatever you tell me, Helen, if you will only promise not to
leave me, and, when they come for me, to give me poison.”
She promised, and made haste to obliterate every sign that the room
had been occupied. She then took his arm and led him out. He was very
quiet--too quiet and submissive, she thought--seemed sleepy, revived
a little when they reached the open air, presently grew terrified, and
kept starting and looking about him as they crossed the park, but never
spoke a word. By the door in the sunk fence they reached the garden, and
were soon in Helen’s chamber, where she left him to get into bed while
she went to acquaint her aunt of his presence in the house. Hard
and unreasonable, like most human beings, where her prejudices were
concerned, she had, like all other women, sympathy with those kinds of
suffering which by experience she understood. Mental distress was beyond
her, but for the solace of another’s pain she would even have endured
a portion herself. When therefore, she heard Helen’s story, how her
brother had come to her window, that he was ill with brain-fever, as she
thought, and talked wildly, she quite approved of her having put him to
bed in her own room, and would have got up to help in nursing him. But
Helen persuaded her to have her night’s rest, and begged her to join
with her in warning the servants not to mention his presence in the
house, on the ground that it might get abroad that he was out of his
mind. They were all old and tolerably faithful, and Leopold had been
from childhood such a favourite, that she hoped thus to secure their
silence.
“But, child, he must have the doctor,” said her aunt.
“Yes, but I will manage him. What a good thing old Mr. Bird is gone! He
was such a gossip! We must call in the new doctor, Mr. Faber. I shall
see that he understands. He has his practice to make, and will mind what
I say.”
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