Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 07
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 07
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
They endeavoured to restore me to consciousness, as
though I had been a sickly maiden that had fainted in their arms; and
when I did recover from the sickness and insanity that came over me--
"'Where--oh, where,' I cried, 'is my Bertha?'
"I remember not of having done so; but I have been told that I did. You
may think, sir, that I acted wildly, as a madman, or as a fool; but,
before you condemn, think of what I had endured--of my recent misery,
and of my vanity when shout rose on shout, and the cry from the
assembled thousands was--'The author! the author!' Such changes, sir,
were enough to turn a steadier head than mine."
"For my part, doctor," said Peter, "I have no notion o' plays; I never
saw one in my life, and I canna say that I a'thegither comprehend ye.
But let me hear about Miss Bertha."
"All that I could learn concerning her was," resumed Musgrave, "that a
young lady in the boxes had uttered a sudden scream as she beheld me and
the strange bewilderment that came over me, but that she had immediately
been conveyed away by her friends in a coach. This only have I been able
to learn. But it was she. Though all else that took place is as a wreck
upon my memory, I see her before me now as I at that moment beheld her;
I see still her one wild look that entered my soul, and I yet hear her
heart-piercing cry, which brought delirium upon me, and rendered me dead
to every other sound. But, from that night, I have been able to hear no
more concerning her. I have sought her in church and in chapel, in the
theatres and in the public walks, but never again have I beheld her.
Often also have I written to Cumberland; but my letters have remained
unanswered or been returned. She had forsaken me, or she has been
compelled to forsake me; for, when I last beheld her, her face still
beamed with affection, and her wild and sudden cry was the offspring of
an old but a still living affection."
"I hear, by what ye say, doctor," rejoined the farmer, "that ye are as
fond o' Miss Bertha as ever. Now, as I said to ye before, I am not
certain but what I have something that ye might wish to hear, to
communicate to ye; and, before doing so, with your permission, I would
just ask you one or two plain questions. Ye have told me a great deal of
the miserable state ye was in after ye came to London, and I would just
like to ask ye if ye are bettor off now, and how and in what respect ye
are so? I trust, therefore, that ye will by no means think the question
impertinent; for I assure you, it is for your sake that I ask it, and
not for any gratification to mysel."
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