His wife took no farther notice, but stepped across the room to me,
“Our poor dying Maria knows you are here; and probably you are not aware
that he wrote to her after his”--her voice quavered after his
condemnation, the night before he suffered, that you were the only one
who shewed him kindness; and she has also read the newspapers giving an
account of the trial. She wishes to see you will you pleasure her?
Senora Campana has made her acquainted that you are the bearer of some
trinkets belonging to him, from which she infers you witnessed his last
moments, as one of them, she was told, was her picture, poor dear girl;
and she knew that must have grown to his heart till the last. But it
will be too agitating. I will try and dissuade her from the interview
until the doctor comes, at all events.’
The worthy lady stepped again into Maria’s apartment, and I could not
avoid hearing what passed.
“My dear Maria, Mr Cringle has no objection to wait on you; but after
your severe attack this morning, I don’t think it will be wise. Delay
it until Dr Bergara comes--at any rate, until the evening, Maria.”
“Mother,” she said, in a weak, plaintive voice, although husky from the
phlegm which was fast coagulating in her throat--“Mother, I already have
ceased to be of this world; I am dying, dearest mother, fast dying; and
oh, thou All-good and All-merciful Being, against whom I have fearfully
sinned, would that the last struggle were now o’er, and that my weary
spirit were released, and my shame hidden in the silent tomb, and my
sufferings and very name forgotten!” She paused and gasped for breath; I
thought it was all over with her; but she rallied again and proceeded
“Time is rapidly ebbing from me, dearest mother,--for mother I must call
you, more than a mother have you been to me--and the ocean of eternity
is opening to my view. If I am to see him at all, I must see him now; I
shall be more agitated by the expectation of the interview than by
seeing him at once. Oh! let me see him now, let me look on one who
witnessed his last moments.”
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