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Denasia had been asked to take a part in it, and she had promised to sing a song. No one expected much from her. She had not been either officious or effusive during the voyage, and "song by Mrs. Tresham" did not raise any great expectations. As it was nearly the last item on the programme, many had gone away before Roland took his place at the piano and struck a few startling chords. Then Mrs.
By her anguish and her sense of loss for ever she was taught that Roland had become nearer and dearer than she had ever suspected. And the knowledge was a revelation of sorrow. Her delicate conscience shivered in the shadow of a possible wrong and the bitterness of the might-have-been she was to fight without ceasing. She felt no anger toward Denasia, however.
Without being a failure, Denasia could not be said to be a success. She was out of her place, and consequently out of sympathy with all that touched her life. Coming back eastward, while they were at Denver Denasia was stricken with typhoid fever. It was the result of months of unsatisfactory, unhappy labour, of worry and fret and disappointment. Nostalgia also of the worst kind had attacked her.
For even when Denasia had been making twenty-five pounds a week, they had lived and dressed up to the last shilling; so that a month's enforced idleness and illness placed them deeply in debt and uncomfortably pressed for the wherewithal to meet debt. Denasia also had been much weakened by her illness.
"Oh, and is all forgot All school days' friendship, childhood's innocence? Our sex as well as I may chide you for it, Though I alone do feel the injury." Denasia made her début in the last ten days of January, and she retained the favour of that public which frequented Willis Hall for three months.
"You are speaking of my sister, Denasia of my sister, who is a lady." "I care nothing about her. She could always take good care of herself. I am heart-broken for my child, who is ill and suffering, and I can do nothing for his relief no, not even get a doctor." Words still more bitter followed. Roland dressed himself and went out.
One evening Roland entered their sitting-room in that hurry of hope and satisfaction once common enough to him, but of which he had shown little during the past winter. Denasia looked up from her writing with a smile, to meet his smile. "Denasia," he cried impulsively, "what do you think? We are going to America! The United States is the place for me. How soon can you be ready?" "But, Roland?
He hesitated at the foot of the narrow stair and then went softly to the door. All within was still as the grave, but a glimmer of pale light came from under the ill-fitting door. He might be mistaken in the room, but he resolved to try. He turned the handle and there was an instant movement. He went forward and Denasia stood erect, facing him.
Lanhearne had sent for his own physician and a trained nurse, and he went himself to the side of the sick man until help arrived. Toward night Roland became very restless, and with a distressing effort constantly murmured the word "Denasia." Mr. Lanhearne thought he understood the position exactly, and he had a very pardonable hesitation in granting the half-made request.
I am very miserable," and she sat down and covered her face. Her sobs, hardly restrained, touched Denasia. She was sorry for the weeping woman, for she knew that if Elizabeth had loved any human creature truly and unselfishly, it was her brother Roland. "What can I tell you?" she asked. "Something to comfort me, if you are not utterly heartless. Had he doctors? help? comforts of any kind?"
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