Diana of the Crossways — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 578 pages of information about Diana of the Crossways — Complete.

Diana of the Crossways — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 578 pages of information about Diana of the Crossways — Complete.

She shut her mouth for strength to speak to him.

He said:  ‘You are not ill?  You are strong?’

’I?  Oh, strong.  I will sit.  I cannot be absent longer than two minutes.  The trial of her strength is to come.  If it were courage, we might be sure.  The day is fine?’

‘A perfect August day.’

’I held her through it.  I am thankful to heaven it was no other hand than mine.  She wished to spare me.  She was glad of her Tony when the time came.  I thought I was a coward—­I could have changed with her to save her; I am a strong woman, fit to submit to that work.  I should not have borne it as she did.  She expected to sink under it.  All her dispositions were made for death-bequests to servants and to . . . to friends:  every secret liking they had, thought of!’

Diana clenched her hands.

‘I hope!’ Dacier said.

’You shall hear regularly.  Call at Sir William’s house to-morrow.  He sleeps here to-night.  The suspense must last for days.  It is a question of vital power to bear the shock.  She has a mind so like a flying spirit that, just before the moment, she made Mr. Lanyan Thomson smile by quoting some saying of her Tony’s.’

‘Try by-and-by to recollect it,’ said Dacier.

’And you were with that poor man!  How did he pass the terrible time?  I pitied him.’

‘He suffered; he prayed.’

’It was the best he could do.  Mr. Redworth was as he always is at the trial, a pillar.  Happy the friend who knows him for one!  He never thinks of himself in a crisis.  He is sheer strength to comfort and aid.  They will drive you to the station with Mr. Thomson.  He returns to relieve Sir William to-morrow.  I have learnt to admire the men of the knife!  No profession equals theirs in self-command and beneficence.  Dr. Bridgenorth is permanent here.’

‘I have a fly, and go back immediately,’ said Dacier.

‘She shall hear of your coming.  Adieu.’

Diana gave him her hand.  It was gently pressed.

A wonderment at the utter change of circumstances took Dacier passingly at the sight of her vanishing figure.

He left the house, feeling he dared have no personal wishes.  It had ceased to be the lover’s hypocrisy with him.

The crisis of mortal peril in that house enveloped its inmates, and so wrought in him as to enshroud the stripped outcrying husband, of whom he had no clear recollection, save of the man’s agony.  The two women, striving against death, devoted in friendship, were the sole living images he brought away; they were a new vision of the world and our life.

He hoped with Diana, bled with her.  She rose above him high, beyond his transient human claims.  He envied Redworth the common friendly right to be near her.  In reflection, long after, her simplicity of speech, washed pure of the blood-emotions, for token of her great nature, during those two minutes of their sitting together, was, dearer, sweeter to the lover than if she had shown by touch or word that a faint allusion to their severance was in her mind; and this despite a certain vacancy it created.

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