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Updated: June 24, 2025
But Nikolai Artemyevitch never suspected that Augustina Christianovna, in letters to her cousin, Theodolina Peterzelius, called him Mein Pinselchen. Nikolai Artemyevitch's wife, Anna Vassilyevna, was a thin, little woman with delicate features, and a tendency to be emotional and melancholy. At school, she had devoted herself to music and reading novels; afterwards she abandoned all that.
But there was nothing muffled in the voice overhead which he caught every now and then, through an open door, escaping, eager and alive, into the silence; or in the occasional sharp bark of the dog. "Horrid little wretch!" thought Helbeck. "Denton will loathe it. Augustina should really have warned me. What shall we do if she and Denton don't get on?
She pressed her hands together under the coverings that sheltered them, in a quick anguish. Oh! had she thought enough, cared enough, for Augustina! As she spoke the horse gave a sudden swerve, as though Mr. Helbeck had pulled the rein involuntarily. They bumped over a large stone, and the Squire hastily excused himself for bad driving. Then he answered her question.
I suppose, for a little while, Mr. Helbeck and I can keep the peace. You must tell him to let me alone." She paused, then said with sudden vehemence, like one who takes her stand "And tell him, please, Augustina make it very plain that I shall never come in to prayers." The sun was shining into Laura's room when she awoke. She lay still for a little while, looking about her.
But Helbeck silenced his sister; and he surrounded Laura with a devotion that had few words, that never made her conspicuous, and yet was more than she could bear. Augustina insisted on her going to bed early. Helbeck went upstairs with her to the first landing, to light her candle. Nothing stirred in the old house. Father Leadham and Augustina were in the drawing-room.
Helbeck! if your Superior can really find a good nurse and companion at once, will you kindly communicate with her? I will go to Cambridge immediately, as soon as I can arrange with my friends. Augustina, no doubt, will come and stay with me somewhere at the sea, later on in the year." Helbeck had been listening to her to the sharp determination of her voice in total silence.
And she retired disappointed, careful, however, to follow his wishes about the door. "Augustina, hold Bruno!" cried a light voice suddenly. "If he jumps on me I'm done for!" A swish of soft skirts and she was there in the hall. Helbeck could see her quite plainly as she stood by the oak table in her white dress.
Joseph, her little praying table, were all garlanded with light; every trace of the long physical struggle had been removed; the great bed, with its meek, sleeping form and its white draperies, rose solitary amid its lights an altar of death in the void of the great panelled room. Laura stood opposite to Helbeck, her hands clasped, as white and motionless from head to foot as Augustina herself.
They had just lost their mother, and Augustina had come to Potter's Beach to recover from long months of nursing. And presently Fountain discovered that what stood between her and health was not so much the past as the future. "You don't like the idea of going home," he said to her once, abruptly, after they had grown intimate. She flushed, and hesitated; then her eyes filled with tears.
They were united by the common effort to soften the last journey for Augustina, by all the little tendernesses and cares that a sick room imposes, by the pities and charities, the small renascent hopes and fears of each successive day and night.
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