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Sir George shook his head. "It will not be, Thomas; I shall not long keep you out of Ashlydyat. Mind!" he added, turning upon Thomas with surprising energy, "I _will_ go back before Christmas to Prior's Ash.
The last Christmas that I see shall be spent with my children."
"Yes, indeed, I think you should come back to us," warmly acquiesced Thomas.
"Therefore, if you find, when Christmas is close upon us, that I am not amongst you, that you hear no tidings of my coming amongst you, you come off at once and fetch me. Do you hear, Thomas? I enjoin it upon you now with a father's authority; do not forget it, or disobey it. My lady fears the fever, and would keep me here: but I must be at Prior's Ash."
"I will certainly obey you, my father," replied Thomas G.o.dolphin.
Telegraphic despatches seemed to be the order of the day with Thomas G.o.dolphin. They were all sitting together that evening, Sir George having come downstairs, when a servant called Thomas out of the room. A telegraphic message had arrived for him at the station, and a man had brought it over. A conviction of what it contained flashed over Thomas G.o.dolphin's heart as he opened it--the death of Sarah Anne Grame.
From Lady Sarah it proved to be. Not a much more satisfactory message than had been Lady G.o.dolphin's; for if hers had not been explanatory, this was incoherent.
"The breath has just gone out of my dear child's body. I will write by next post. She died at four o'clock. How shall we all bear it?"
Thomas returned to the room; his mind full. In the midst of his sorrow and regret for Sarah Anne, his compa.s.sion for Lady Sarah--and he did feel all that with true sympathy--intruded the thought of his own marriage. It must be postponed now.
"What did Andrew want with you?" asked Sir George, when he entered.
"A telegraphic message had come for me from Prior's Ash."
"A business message?"
"No, sir. It is from Lady Sarah."
By the tone of his voice, by the falling of his countenance, they could read instinctively what had occurred. But they kept silence, all,--waiting for him to speak further.
"Poor Sarah Anne is gone. She died at four o'clock."
"This will delay your plans, Thomas," observed Sir George, after some minutes had been given to expressions of regret.
"It will, sir."
The knight leaned over to his son, and spoke in a whisper, meant for his ear alone: "I shall not be very long after her. I feel that I shall not.
You may yet take Ethel home at once to Ashlydyat."
Very early indeed did they start in the morning, long before daybreak.
Prior's Ash they would reach, all things being well, at nine at night.
Margery was sent to attend them, a very dragon of a guardian, as particular as Miss G.o.dolphin herself--had a guardian been necessary.
A somewhat weary day; a long one, at any rate; but at last their train steamed into the station at Prior's Ash. It was striking nine. Mr.
Hastings was waiting for Maria, and Mrs. Verrall's carriage for Charlotte Pain. A few minutes were spent in collecting the luggage.
"Shall I give you a seat as far as the bank, Mr. G.o.dolphin?" inquired Charlotte, who must pa.s.s it on her way to Ashlydyat.
"Thank you, no. I shall just go up for a minute's call upon Lady Sarah Grame."
Mr. Hastings, who had been placing Maria in a fly, heard the words. He turned hastily, caught Thomas G.o.dolphin's hand, and drew him aside.
"Are you aware of what has occurred?"
"Alas, yes!" replied Thomas. "Lady Sarah telegraphed to me last night."
The Rector pressed his hand, and returned to his daughter. Thomas G.o.dolphin struck into a by-path, a short cut from the station, which would take him to Grame House.
Six days ago, exactly, since he had been there before. The house looked precisely as it had looked then, all in darkness, excepting the faint light that burned from Sarah Anne's chamber. It burnt there still. Then it was lighting the living; now----
Thomas G.o.dolphin rang the bell gently.--Does any one like to do otherwise at a house in which death is an inmate? Elizabeth, as usual, opened the door, and burst into tears when she saw who it was. "I said it would bring you back, sir!" she exclaimed.
"Does Lady Sarah bear it pretty well?" he asked, as she showed him into the drawing-room.
"No, sir, not over well," sobbed the girl. "I'll tell my lady that you are here."
He stood over the fire, as he had done the other night: it was low now, as it had been then. Strangely still seemed the house: he could almost have told that one was lying dead in it. He listened, waiting for Ethel's step, hoping she would be the first to come to him.
Elizabeth returned. "My lady says would you be so good as to walk up to her, sir?"
Thomas G.o.dolphin followed her upstairs. She made for the room to which he had been taken the former night--Sarah Anne's chamber. In point of fact, the chamber of Lady Sarah, until it was given up to Sarah Anne for her illness. Elizabeth, with soft and stealthy tread, crossed the corridor to the door, and opened it.
Was she going to show him into the presence of the dead? He thought she must have mistaken Lady Sarah's orders, and he hesitated on the threshold.
"Where is Miss Ethel?" he whispered.
"Who, sir?"
"Miss Ethel. Is she well?"
The girl stared, flung the door full open, and with a great cry flew down the staircase.
He looked after her in amazement. Had she gone crazy? Then he turned and walked into the room with a hesitating step.
Lady Sarah was coming forward to meet him. She was convulsed with grief.
He took both her hands in his with a soothing gesture, essaying a word of comfort: not of inquiry, as to why she should have brought him to this room. He glanced to the bed, expecting to see the dead upon it. But the bed was empty. And at that moment, his eyes caught something else.
Seated by the fire in an invalid chair, surrounded with pillows, covered with shawls, with a wan, attenuated face, and eyes that seemed to have a glaze over them, was--_who_?
_Sarah Anne?_ It certainly _was_ Sarah Anne, and in life still. For she feebly held out her hand in welcome, and the tears suddenly gushed from her eyes. "I am getting better, Mr. G.o.dolphin."
Thomas G.o.dolphin--Thomas G.o.dolphin--how shall I write it? For one happy minute he was utterly blind to what it could all mean: his whole mind was a chaos of wild perplexity. And then, as the dreadful truth burst upon him, he staggered against the wall, with a wailing cry of agony.
It was Ethel who had died.
CHAPTER XIII.
UNAVAILING REGRETS.