From this time Margaret entered heart and soul into Gerard's pious charities, that affection purged itself of all mortal dross.And as it had now long out-lived scandal and misapprehension, one would have thought that so bright an example of pure self-denying affection was to remain long before the world, to show men how nearly religious faith, even when not quite reasonable, and religious charity, which is always reasonable, could raise two true lovers' hearts to the loving hearts of the angels of heaven.
But the great Disposer of events ordered otherwise.
Little Gerard rejoiced both his parents' hearts by the extraordinary progress he made at Alexander Haaghe's famous school at Deventer.
The last time Margaret returned from visiting him, she came to Gerard flushed with pride."Oh, Gerard, he will be a great man one day, thanks to thy wisdom in taking him from us silly women.Agreat scholar, one Zinthius, came to see the school and judge the scholars, and didn't our Gerard stand up, and not a line in Horace or Terence could Zinthius cite but the boy would follow him with the rest.'Why, 'tis a prodigy,' says that great scholar; and there was his poor mother stood by and heard it.And he took our Gerard in his arms, and kissed him; and what think you he said?""Nay, I know not."
"'Holland will hear of thee one day; and not Holland only, but all the world,' Why what a sad brow!""Sweet one, I am as glad as thou, yet am I uneasy to hear the child is wise before his time, I love him dear; but he is thine idol, and Heaven doth often break our idols,""Make thy mind easy," said Margaret."Heaven will never rob me of my child.What I was to suffer in this world I have suffered, For if any ill happened my child or thee, I should not live a week.
The Lord He knows this, and He will leave me my boy."A month had elapsed after this; but Margaret's words were yet ringing in his ears, when, going on his daily round of visits to his poor, he was told quite incidentally, and as mere gossip, that the plague was at Deventer, carried thither by two sailors from Hamburgh.
His heart turned cold within him.News did not gallop in those days.The fatal disease must have been there a long time before the tidings would reach Gouda.He sent a line by a messenger to Margaret, telling her that he was gone to fetch little Gerard to stay at the manse a little while, and would she see a bed prepared, for he should be back next day.And so he hoped she would not hear a word of the danger till it was all happily over.
He borrowed a good horse, and scarce drew rein till he reached Deventer, quite late in the afternoon.He went at once to the school.The boy had been taken away.
As he left the school he caught sight of Margaret's face at the window of a neighbouring house she always lodged at when she came to Deventer.
He ran hastily to scold her and pack both her and the boy out of the place.
To his surprise the servant told him with some hesitation that Margaret had been there, but was gone.
"Gone, woman?" said Gerard indignantly, "art not ashamed to say so? Why, I saw her but now at the window.""Oh, if you saw her - "
A sweet voice above said, "Stay him not, let him enter." It was Margaret.
Gerard ran up the stairs to her, and went to take her hand, She drew back hastily.
He looked astounded.
"I am displeased," she said coldly."What makes you here? Know you not the plague is in the town?""Ay, dear Margaret; and came straightway to take our boy away.""What, had he no mother?"
"How you speak to me! I hoped you knew not.""What, think you I leave my boy unwatched? I pay a trusty woman that notes every change in his cheek when I am not here, and lets me know, I am his mother.""Where is he?"
"In Rotterdam, I hope, ere this."
"Thank Heaven! And why are you not there?""I am not fit for the journey; never heed me; go you home on the instant; I'll follow.For shame of you to come here risking your precious life.""It is not so precious as thine," said Gerard."But let that pass;we will go home together, and on the instant.""Nay, I have some matters to do in the town.Go thou at once, and I will follow forthwith.""Leave thee alone in a plague-stricken town? To whom speak you, dear Margaret?""Nay, then, we shall quarrel, Gerard."
"Methinks I see Margaret and Gerard quarrelling! Why, it takes two to quarrel, and we are but one."With this Gerard smiled on her sweetly.But there was no kind responsive glance.She looked cold, gloomy, and troubled.
He sighed, and sat patiently down opposite her with his face all puzzled and saddened.He said nothing, for he felt sure she would explain her capricious conduct, or it would explain itself.
Presently she rose hastily, and tried to reach her bedroom, but on the way she staggered and put out her hand.He ran to her with a cry of alarm.She swooned in his arms.He laid her gently on the ground, and beat her cold hands, and ran to her bedroom, and fetched water, and sprinkled her pale face.His own was scarce less pale, for in a basin he had seen water stained with blood; it alarmed him, he knew not why.She was a long time ere she revived, and when she did she found Gerard holding her hand, and bending over her with a look of infinite concern and tenderness.She seemed at first as if she responded to it, but the next moment her eyes dilated, and she cried - "Ah, wretch, leave my hand; how dare you touch me?""Heaven help her!" said Gerard."She is not herself.""You will not leave me, then, Gerard?" said she faintly."Alas!
why do I ask? Would I leave thee if thou wert - At least touch me not, and then I will let thee bide, and see the last of poor Margaret.She ne'er spoke harsh to thee before, sweetheart, and she never will again.""Alas! what mean these dark words, these wild and troubled looks?"said Gerard, clasping his hands.
