East Lynne [72]
let us be thankful that it is over. How thankful, none can know, save those who have gone through it."
"I think they can," he murmured. "I never knew what thankfulness was until this day."
"That the baby is safe?"
"That /you/ are safe, my darling; safe and spared to me, Isabel," he whispered, hiding his face upon hers. "I never, until to-day, knew what prayer was--the prayer of a heart in its sore need."
"Have you written to Lord Mount Severn?" she asked after a while.
"This afternoon," he replied.
"Why did you give baby my name--Isabel?"
"Do you think I could have given it a prettier one? I don't."
"Why do you not bring a chair, and sit down by me?"
He smiled and shook his head. "I wish I might. But they limited my stay with you to four minutes, and Wainwright has posted himself outside the door, with his watch in his hand."
Quite true. There stood the careful surgeon, and the short interview was over almost as soon as it had begun.
The baby lived, and appeared likely to live, and of course the next thing was to look out for a maid for it. Isabel did not get strong very quickly. Fever and weakness had a struggle with each other and with her. One day, when she was dressing and sitting in her easy chair, Miss Carlyle entered.
"Of all the servants in the neighborhood, who should you suppose is come up after the place of nurse?"
"Indeed, I cannot guess."
"Why, Wilson, Mrs. Hare's maid. Three years and five months she has been with them, and now leaves in consequence of a fall out with Barbara. Will you see her?"
"Is she likely to suit? Is she a good servant?"
"She's not a bad servant, as servants go," responded Miss Carlyle. "She's steady and respectable; but she has got a tongue as long as from here to Lynneborough."
"That won't hurt baby," said Lady Isabel. "But if she has lived as lady's maid, she probably does not understand the care of infants."
"Yes she does. She was upper servant at Squire Pinner's before going to Mrs. Hare's. Five years she lived there."
"I will see her," said Lady Isabel.
Miss Carlyle left the room to send the servant in, but came back first alone.
"Mind, Lady Isabel, don't you engage her. If she is likely to suit you, let her come again for the answer, and meanwhile I will go down to Mrs. Hare's and learn the ins and outs of her leaving. It is all very plausible for her to put upon Barbara, but that is only one side of the question. Before engaging her, it may be well to hear the other."
Of course this was but right. Isabel acquiesced, and the servant was introduced; a tall, pleasant-looking woman, with black eyes. Lady Isabel inquired why she was leaving Mrs. Hare's.
"My lady, it is through Miss Barbara's temper. Latterly--oh, for this year past, nothing has pleased her; she had grown nearly as imperious as the justice himself. I have threatened many times to leave, and last evening we came to another outbreak, and I left this morning."
"Left entirely?"
"Yes, my lady. Miss Barbara provoked me so, that I said last night I would leave as soon as breakfast was over. And I did so. I should be very glad to take your situation, my lady, if you would please to try me."
"You have been the upper maid at Mrs. Hare's?"
"Oh, yes, my lady."
"Then possibly this situation might not suit you so well as you imagine. Joyce is the upper servant here, and you would, in a manner, be under her. I have great confidence in Joyce; and in case of my illness or absence, Joyce would superintend the nursery."
"I should not mind that," was the applicant's answer. "We all like Joyce, my lady."
A few more questions, and then the girl was told to come again in the evening for her answer. Miss Carlyle went to the Grove for the "ins and outs" of the affair, where Mrs. Hare frankly stated that she had nothing to urge against Wilson, save her hasty manner of leaving, and believed the chief blame to be due to Barbara. Wilson, therefore, was engaged, and was to enter upon her new service the following morning.
In the afternoon succeeding to it,
"I think they can," he murmured. "I never knew what thankfulness was until this day."
"That the baby is safe?"
"That /you/ are safe, my darling; safe and spared to me, Isabel," he whispered, hiding his face upon hers. "I never, until to-day, knew what prayer was--the prayer of a heart in its sore need."
"Have you written to Lord Mount Severn?" she asked after a while.
"This afternoon," he replied.
"Why did you give baby my name--Isabel?"
"Do you think I could have given it a prettier one? I don't."
"Why do you not bring a chair, and sit down by me?"
He smiled and shook his head. "I wish I might. But they limited my stay with you to four minutes, and Wainwright has posted himself outside the door, with his watch in his hand."
Quite true. There stood the careful surgeon, and the short interview was over almost as soon as it had begun.
The baby lived, and appeared likely to live, and of course the next thing was to look out for a maid for it. Isabel did not get strong very quickly. Fever and weakness had a struggle with each other and with her. One day, when she was dressing and sitting in her easy chair, Miss Carlyle entered.
"Of all the servants in the neighborhood, who should you suppose is come up after the place of nurse?"
"Indeed, I cannot guess."
"Why, Wilson, Mrs. Hare's maid. Three years and five months she has been with them, and now leaves in consequence of a fall out with Barbara. Will you see her?"
"Is she likely to suit? Is she a good servant?"
"She's not a bad servant, as servants go," responded Miss Carlyle. "She's steady and respectable; but she has got a tongue as long as from here to Lynneborough."
"That won't hurt baby," said Lady Isabel. "But if she has lived as lady's maid, she probably does not understand the care of infants."
"Yes she does. She was upper servant at Squire Pinner's before going to Mrs. Hare's. Five years she lived there."
"I will see her," said Lady Isabel.
Miss Carlyle left the room to send the servant in, but came back first alone.
"Mind, Lady Isabel, don't you engage her. If she is likely to suit you, let her come again for the answer, and meanwhile I will go down to Mrs. Hare's and learn the ins and outs of her leaving. It is all very plausible for her to put upon Barbara, but that is only one side of the question. Before engaging her, it may be well to hear the other."
Of course this was but right. Isabel acquiesced, and the servant was introduced; a tall, pleasant-looking woman, with black eyes. Lady Isabel inquired why she was leaving Mrs. Hare's.
"My lady, it is through Miss Barbara's temper. Latterly--oh, for this year past, nothing has pleased her; she had grown nearly as imperious as the justice himself. I have threatened many times to leave, and last evening we came to another outbreak, and I left this morning."
"Left entirely?"
"Yes, my lady. Miss Barbara provoked me so, that I said last night I would leave as soon as breakfast was over. And I did so. I should be very glad to take your situation, my lady, if you would please to try me."
"You have been the upper maid at Mrs. Hare's?"
"Oh, yes, my lady."
"Then possibly this situation might not suit you so well as you imagine. Joyce is the upper servant here, and you would, in a manner, be under her. I have great confidence in Joyce; and in case of my illness or absence, Joyce would superintend the nursery."
"I should not mind that," was the applicant's answer. "We all like Joyce, my lady."
A few more questions, and then the girl was told to come again in the evening for her answer. Miss Carlyle went to the Grove for the "ins and outs" of the affair, where Mrs. Hare frankly stated that she had nothing to urge against Wilson, save her hasty manner of leaving, and believed the chief blame to be due to Barbara. Wilson, therefore, was engaged, and was to enter upon her new service the following morning.
In the afternoon succeeding to it,