J. S. Le Fanu's Ghostly Tales, Volume 3 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 150 pages of information about J. S. Le Fanu's Ghostly Tales, Volume 3.

Lady Walsingham’s address was kind and cheery, and her air confident.  For a moment a ray of hope returned, and her sister Janet acknowledged at least the possibility of her theory.  But if confidence is contagious, so also is panic; and Lady Walsingham experienced a sinking of the heart which she dared not confess to her sister, and vainly strove to combat.

Lady Walsingham went up with her sister Mary, and having seen her in her room, and spoken again to her in the same cheery tone in which she had lectured her sister Lady Mardykes, she went on; and having taken possession of her own room, and put off her cloaks and shawls, she was going downstairs again, when she heard Sir Bale’s voice, as he approached along the gallery, issuing orders to a servant, as it seemed, exactly in his usual tone.

She turned, with a strange throb at her heart, and met him.

A little sterner, a little paler than usual he looked; she could perceive no other change.  He took her hand kindly and held it, as with dilated eyes he looked with a dark inquiry for a moment in her face.  He signed to the servant to go on, and said, “I’m glad you have come, Maud.  You have heard what is to happen; and I don’t know how Janet could have borne it without your support.  You did right to come; and you’ll stay with her for a day or two, and take her away from this place as soon as you can.”

She looked at him with the embarrassment of fear.  He was speaking to her with the calmness of a leave-taking in the pressroom—­the serenity that overlies the greatest awe and agony of which human nature is capable.

“I am glad to see you, Bale,” she began, hardly knowing what she said, and she stopped short.

“You are come, it turns out, on a sad mission,” he resumed; “you find all about to change.  Poor Janet! it is a blow to her.  I shall not live to see to-morrow’s sun.”

“Come,” she said, startled, “you must not talk so.  No, Bale, you have no right to speak so; you can have no reason to justify it.  It is cruel and wicked to trifle with your wife’s feelings.  If you are under a delusion, you must make an effort and shake it off, or, at least, cease to talk of it.  You are not well; I know by your looks you are ill; but I am very certain we shall see you much better by tomorrow, and still better the day following.”

“No, I’m not ill, sister.  Feel that pulse, if you doubt me; there is no fever in it.  I never was more perfectly in health; and yet I know that before the clock, that has just struck three, shall have struck five, I, who am talking to you, shall be dead.”

Lady Walsingham was frightened, and her fear irritated her.

“I have told you what I think and believe,” she said vehemently.  “I think it wrong and cowardly of you to torture my poor sister with your whimsical predictions.  Look into your own mind, and you will see you have absolutely no reason to support what you say.  How can you inflict all this agony upon a poor creature foolish enough to love you as she does, and weak enough to believe in your idle dreams?”

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