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Updated: June 2, 2025
"She give me char-rge av th' owld eshtate, wid th' big house, an th' lawn as wide an' as grane as th' angel pastures av hiven an' little Eily his sisther th' purtiest gur-rl owld Oirland iver bred, who was niver tired av listhenin' to tales av her big brother.
"I am looking out for a girl who will attend on me, Eily; do you think you would like the place if you are taught?" "Arrah, me lady, me lady! it's an angel from heaven ye are!" cried Eily gratefully, but her head sank back again, till the gaudy pink feather in her hat was spoilt for ever. That night Eily was taken to hospital. Brain fever set in, and the doctors and nurses feared the worst.
Take in the box, William! what are you stopping for?" she demanded angrily. "Oh, nothing, nothing, my dear! I'll take the box in at once, certainly!" The old man hurried to do his wife's bidding, and entered the squalid house. Eily followed with her parcels, and stood in doubt as to what her next proceedings should be, while her aunt bustled away somewhere, on food intent.
He bent his head to make some remark that her ear alone might catch, but as he did so a slight stir at the door attracted his attention, and he looked up. The sight that met his gaze froze the smile on his lips; with a start which he could scarcely conceal the blood left his cheeks; him face became stern and white as death. There stood Eily herself, behind her the page who did duty at the door.
"Oh, me lady, God bless ye! but I'm past the helping now! I loved him, I would have died to save him from a minute's sorrow, and he threatened the police on me!" "Come with me; I will take care of you, and you shall tell me all." Miss Vandaleur hailed a passing hansom and jumped in, followed by Eily, white, shivering, and limp.
London! was this indeed London, the goal of all her hopes, the place where he lived, and moved, and had his being? Eily stood, a forlorn, desolate figure, among the crowds that jostled each other carelessly on Euston platform.
A womanly reserve and delicacy made the girl unwilling to affect an intimacy that might not be graciously acknowledged. She treated him coldly, and began to read some silly novel of the day. "Ah, Eily, my own, own Eily!" he murmured to himself. "You are worth this fine lady a hundred times over!" His mother appeared; her raillery entrapped both him and Anne in a scene of coquetry.
She had been sent away to a convent in a distant town while still a mere child. She had come and gone in recurring vacations, still too childish to be more than vaguely repelled by the unlovely rule of her home. But at sixteen she came home 'for good'; very much for evil, poor little Eily would have said, as she realised in its full sordidness the grinding manner of life which was to be hers.
Outside in the busy street Eily stood, leaning for support against a stone pillar. She heard nothing, saw nothing. A mist swam before her eyes; she was dumb with shame and disappointment; her face, a moment before so eager, was pale as death, and deep sobs that came from her very soul shook her poor body.
Eily was looking around her now at the beautiful room, the lovely women, their smart attire, and shyness seized her; she hung her head in dismay; every one in the room was pressing forward to see the girl whom Hamilton had immortalised, and comments on her appearance passed from lip to lip. "Stand there, Eily," said Hamilton kindly, placing her on a low stool that stood near.
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