head. "You can't think I
meant to be cruel to our Sissy," he said. "You will let me speak to
her?"
She softly pushed back his hair. After all, he was the man Sissy loved.
"What was it?" she asked: "what did you do?"
He looked down. "I'm going to marry Miss Lisle," he said.
She started away from him: "You told her that? God forgive you,
Percival!"
"I should have been a liar if I hadn't."
"Couldn't you let her die in peace? It is such a little while! Couldn't
you have waited till she was in her grave?"
"Will she see me? Just one word, Aunt Harriet." And yet while he pleaded
he did not know what the one word was that he would say. Only he felt
that he must see her once more.
"Not now," said Mrs. Middleton. "My poor darling shall not be tortured
any more. Later, if she wishes it, but not now. She could not bear it."
"But you will ask her to see me later?" he entreated. "I must see her."
"What is she to you? She is all the world to me, and she shall be left
in peace. It is all that I can do for her now. You have been cruel to
her always--always. She has been breaking her heart for you: she lived
through last night with the hope of your coming. Oh, Percival, God knows
I wish we had never called you away from Miss Lisle!"
"Don't say that."
"Go back to her," said Aunt Harriet, "and leave my darling to me. We
were happy at Brackenhill till you came there."
He sprang to his feet: "Aunt Harriet! have some mercy! You know I would
die if it could make Sissy any happier."
"And Miss Lisle?" she said.
He turned away with a groan, and, leaning against the wall, put his hand
over his eyes. Mrs. Middleton hesitated a moment, but her haste to
return to Sissy triumphed over any relenting feelings, and she left him,
pausing only at the door to make sure of her calmness.
Noon came and passed. Sissy had spoken once to bid them take the
needlework away. "I've done with it," she said. Otherwise she was
silent, and only looked at them with gentle, apathetic eyes when they
spoke to her. Dr. Grey came and went again. On his way out he noticed
Percival, looked keenly at him, but said nothing.
Henry Hardwicke's desire to be useful had prompted him to station
himself on the road a short distance from the farm, at the turning from
the village. There he stopped people coming to inquire, and gave the
latest intelligence. It was weary work, lounging there by the wayside,
but he hoped he was serving Sissy Langton to the
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