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Updated: June 15, 2025
For the first two days Acme continued unwell; and George, who already appeared improved by the sea air, never left her side. Delme had therefore a dull time of it; which he strove to enliven by conversing, one after the other, with the Captain and his two mates.
There was no longer wildness in his actions; but in his thoughts and language, was developed a poetical eccentricity a morbid sympathy with surrounding scenes and impressions, which kept Sir Henry Delme in a constant state of alarm, and which was very remarkable. "What! at Mestre already, Pietro?" said Sir Henry. "Even so, Signore! and here is the gondola to take you on to Venice."
Theirs was a lover felt but by superior and congenial minds a love, neither sensual nor transient a love on which affection and reflection shed their glow, which could bear the test of scrutiny, and which owed its chief charm to the presence of truth. Delme passed a week at Malvern, and then proceeded towards town, with the pleasing conviction that his sister's happiness was assured.
As he spoke, Delme introduced the stranger to his study, which might more aptly be styled a museum; applied some spirits of wine to the platypus, and placing it under a bell-glass for the morrow's examination, left him turning over his collection of birds, while he perused his valued home letters.
At times she turned to admire her niece, who occasionally walked to the glass window, to caress and feed an impudent white peacock; which one moment strutted on the wide terrace, and at another lustily tapped for his bread at ne of the lower panes. "I am glad to see you looking so well, Clarendon!" "And I can return the compliment, Delme!
It was clothed with soft daisies and drooping harebells. The sun seemed to shine on that spot, to bid the wanderer be contented and at rest. But as yet there was no rest for Delme. And he stood beside the marble slab, beneath which lay Acme Frascati.
Sir Henry, a little dismayed at the prospect before them, called for the landlord and his bill of fare; and had the pleasure of discovering, that the provisions had been consumed, and that two hours would elapse, before more could be procured. At this announcement, Delme looked somewhat blank.
The courier, while ordering the relays, had heard George's story; and touching his hat to the inmates of the vehicle, retailed it with natural pathos. On hearing the name of Delme, the lady was visibly affected. She was an old friend of the family; and as Melicent Dashwood, had known George as a boy.
As George left the room, a tall figure presented itself on the staircase. "Ah, Clark!" said George, "my good fellow! I am very sorry to part with you. I do not know what I shall do without my pay serjeant!" and he held out his hand. It was grasped gratefully. "Thank you, your honour!" The old soldier stood erect, and put his hand to his cap. "God bless you! Mr. Delme.
Acme sat up in her bed. On her countenance, calm devotion seemed to usurp the place of earthly affections, and earthly passions. The soul was preparing for its upward flight. Delme led away the sorrowing husband, and the minister of Christ was left alone, to hear the contrite outpourings of a weak departing sinner.
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