The fever was hot while it lasted; but it was so encountered with tonics, and port wine, and strong beef soup (not your rubbishy beef tea), that in forty-eight hours it began to abate. Ina recognized Rhoda Gale as the lady who had saved Severne's life at Montpellier, and wept long and silently upon her neck. In due course, Zoe, hearing there was a great change, came in again to look at her. She stood and eyed her. Soon Ina Klosking caught sight of her, and stared at her.
"You here!" said she. "Ah! you are Miss Vizard. I am in your house. Iwill get up and leave it;" and she made a feeble attempt to rise, but fell back, and the tears welled out of her eyes at her helplessness.
Zoe was indignant, but for the moment more shocked than anything else.
She moved away a little, and did not know what to say.
"Let me look at you," said the patient. "Ah! you are beautiful. When Isaw you at the theater, you fascinated me. How much more a man? I will resist no more. You are too beautiful to be resisted. Take him, and let me die.""I do her no good," said Zoe, half sullenly, half trembling.
"Indeed you do not," said Rhoda, bluntly, and almost bitterly. She was all nurse.
"I'll come here no more," said Zoe, sadly but sternly, and left the room.
Then Ina turned to Miss Gale and said, patiently, " I hope I was not rude to that lady--who has broken my heart."Fanny and Rhoda took each a hand and told her she could not be rude to anybody.
"My friends," said Ina, looking piteously to each in turn, "it is her house, you know, and she is very good to me now--after breaking my heart."Then Fanny showed a deal of tact. _"Her_ house!" said she. "It is no more hers than mine. Why, this house belongs to a gentleman, and he is mad after music. He knows you very well, though you don't know him, and he thinks you the first singer in Europe.""You flatter me," said Ina, sadly.
"Well, he thinks so; and he is reckoned a very good judge. Ah! now Ithink of it, I will show you something, and then you will believe me."She ran off to the library, snatched up Ina's picture set round with pearls, and came panting in with it. "There," said she; "now you look at that!" and she put it before her eyes. "Now, who is that, if you please?""Oh! It is Ina Klosking that was. Please bring me a glass."The two ladies looked at each other. Miss Gale made a negative signal, and Fanny said, "By-and-by. This will do instead, for it is as like as two peas. Now ask yourself how this comes to be in the house, and set in pearls. Why, they are worth three hundred pounds. I assure you that the master of this house is _fanatico per la musica;_ heard you sing Siebel at Homburg--raved about you--wanted to call on you. We had to drag him away from the place; and he declares you are the first singer in the world; and you cannot doubt his sincerity, for _here are the pearls."_Ina Klosking's pale cheek colored, and then she opened her two arms wide, and put them round Fanny's neck and kissed her: her innocent vanity was gratified, and her gracious nature suggested gratitude to her who had brought her the compliment, instead of the usual ungrateful bumptiousness praise elicits from vanity.
Then Miss Gale put in her word--"When you met with this unfortunate accident, I was for taking you up to my house. It is three miles off; but he would not hear of it. He said, 'No; here she got her wound, and here she must be cured.'""So," said Fanny, "pray set your mind at ease. My cousin Harrington is a very good soul, but rather arbitrary. If you want to leave this place, you must get thoroughly well and strong, for he will never let you go till you are."Between these two ladies, clever and cooperating, Ina smiled, and seemed relieved; but she was too weak to converse any more just then.
Some hours afterward she beckoned Fanny to her, and said, "The master of the house--what is his name?""Harrington Vizard."
"What!--_her_ father?"
"La, no; only her half-brother."
"If he is so kind to me because I sing, why comes he not to see me? _She_has come."
Fanny smiled. "It is plain you are not an Englishwoman, though you speak it so beautifully. An English gentleman does not intrude into a lady's room.""It is his room."
"He would say that, while you occupy it, it is yours, and not his.""He awaits my invitation, then."
"I dare say he would come if you were to invite him, but certainly not without.""I wish to see him who has been so kind to me, and so loves music; but not to-day--I feel unable."The next day she asked for a glass, and was distressed at her appearance.
She begged for a cap.
"What kind of a cap?" asked Fanny.
"One like that," said she, pointing to a portrait on the wall. It was of a lady in a plain brown silk dress and a little white shawl, and a neat cap with a narrow lace border all round her face.
This particular cap was out of date full sixty years; but the house had a storeroom of relics, and Fanny, with Vizard's help, soon rummaged out a cap of the sort, with a narrow frill all round.
Her hair was smoothed, a white silk band passed over the now closed wound, and the cap fitted on her. She looked pale, but angelic.
Fanny went down to Vizard, and invited him to come and see Mademoiselle Klosking--by her desire. "But," she added, "Miss Gale is very anxious lest you should get talking of Severne. She says the fever and loss of blood have weakened her terribly; and if we bring the fever on again, she cannot answer for her life.""Has she spoken of him to you?"
"Not once."
"Then why should she to me?"
"Because you are a man, and she may think to get the _truth_ out of you:
she knows _we_ shall only say what is for the best. She is very deep, and we don't know her mind yet."Vizard said he would be as guarded as he could; but if they saw him going wrong, they must send him away.
"Oh, Miss Gale will do that, you may be sure," said Fanny.
Thus prepared, Vizard followed Fanny up the stairs to the sick-room.
