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Page 14
"Oh, Dolly! Dolly! will you ever forgive me? Why did I not tell you
before? But I thought it was only a dream. And indeed, indeed I thought
Mr. Manners had done it. But that man Parker! If it had not been for
Mr. Manners being found there, I should have sworn that Parker had done
it. Dolly! I saw him that night. He came in and helped. And once I saw
him look at Mr. Manners with such a strange expression, and he seemed so
anxious to make him say that it was a quarrel, and that he had done it
in self-defence. But you know I thought it must be Mr. Manners--and I
did so love poor Edmund!"
And she lay sobbing in agony on the ground. I said--
"My love, I pray that it is not too late: but we must not waste time.
Help me _now_, Harriet!"
She sprang up at once.
"Yes! you must have food. You shall go. I shall not go with you. I am
not worthy, but I will pray till you come back again."
I said, "There is one most important thing for you to do. Let no soul go
out or come into the house till I return, or some gossip will bring it
to Parker's ears that we have gone to London."
Harriet promised, and rushed off to get me food and wine. With her own
hands she filled a hot-water bottle for my feet in the chariot, supplied
my purse with gold, and sewed some notes up in my stays; and (as if
anxious to crowd into this one occasion all the long-withheld offices
of sisterly kindness) came in with her arms full of a beautiful set of
sables that belonged to her--cloak, cuffs, muff, etc.--and in these she
dressed me. And then we fell into each others arms, and I wept upon her
neck the first tears I had shed that day. As I stood on the doorstep,
she held up the candle and looked at me.
"My dear!" she said, "how pretty your sweet face does look out of those
great furs! You shall keep them always."
Dear Harriet! Her one idea--beauty. I suppose the "ruling passion,"
whatever it may be, is strong with all of us, even in the face of death.
Moreover, hers was one of those shallow minds that seem instinctively to
escape by any avenue from a painful subject; and by the time that I was
in the chariot, she had got over the first shock, and there was an
almost infectious cheerfulness in her farewell.
"It _must_ be all right, Dolly!"
Then I fell back, and we started. The warm light of the open door became
a speck, and then nothing; and in the long dark drive, when every
footfall of the horses seemed to consume an age, the sickening agony of
suspense was almost intolerable. Oh, my dear! never, never shall I
forget that night. The black trees and hedges whirling past us in the
darkness, always the same, like an enchanted drive; then the endless
suburbs, and at last the streets where people lounged in corners and
stopped the way, as if every second of time were not worth a king's
ransom; and sedan-chairs trotted lightly home from gay parties as if
life were not one long tragedy. Once the way was stopped, once we lost
it. That mistake nearly killed me. At last a watchman helped us to the
little by-street where Dr. Penn was lodging, near which a loud sound of
carpenters' work and hurrying groups of people puzzled me exceedingly.
After much knocking, an upper window was opened and a head put out, and
my dear friend's dear voice called to us. I sprang out on to the
pavement and cried--
"Dr. Penn, this is Dorothy."
He came down and took us in, and then (my voice failing) Robert
explained to him the nature of our errand, and showed him the ghastly
proof. Dr. Penn came back to me.
"My love," he said, "you must come up-stairs and rest."
"Rest!" I shrieked, "never! Get your hat, doctor, and come quickly. Let
us go to the king. Let us do something. We have very little time, and he
must be saved."
I believe I was very unreasonable; I fear that I delayed them some
minutes before good Dr. Penn could persuade me that I should only be a
hindrance, that he would do everything that was possible, and could do
so much better with no one but Robert.
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