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Updated: May 5, 2025
"He was to get up to-day for an hour or two." "I see. Now, would there be any danger if you and I went up and took charge over from Mrs. Noel?" "Poor Eusty!" "Yes, yes! But, exercise your judgment. Would it harm him?" Barbara was silent. "No," she said at last, "I don't suppose it would, now; but it's for the doctor to say." Lady Valleys exhibited a manifest relief.
And Barbara, covered by the network of sunlight, could not help impatience with a suffering which seemed to her so corrigible by action. At last she ventured: "Life is short, Eusty!" Miltoun's answer, given without movement, startled her: "Persuade me that it is, Babs, and I'll bless you.
And she whispered: "Only a little while, Eusty!" Old Lady Harbinger dying in the early February of the following year, the marriage of Barbara with her son was postponed till June. Much of the wild sweetness of Spring still clung to the high moor borders of Monkland on the early morning of the wedding day.
"Oh, Eusty!" she said, "you're not going to spoil your life like this! Just think how I shall feel." Miltoun answered stonily: "You did what you thought right; as I am doing." "Does she want you to?" "No." "There is, I should imagine," put in Lord Valleys, "not a solitary creature in the whole world except your brother himself who would wish for this consummation.
Through a long Gothic window, uncurtained, the mild moonlight was coming. She stopped just where that moonlight fell, and tapped. There came no answer. She opened the door a little way, and said: "Are you asleep, Eusty?" There still came no answer, and she went in. The curtains were drawn, but a chink of moonlight peering through fell on the bed. This was empty. Barbara stood uncertain, listening.
But with him such a consideration does not weigh!" "Oh!" sighed Barbara; "think of Granny!" "I prefer not to think of her," murmured Lady Valleys. "She's so wrapped up in you, Eusty. She always has believed in you intensely." Miltoun sighed. And, encouraged by that sound, Barbara went closer. It was plain enough that, behind his impassivity, a desperate struggle was going on in Miltoun.
"I'm after everything; didn't you know that, dear?" "In reason, my child." "In reason, of course like poor Eusty!" She stopped. Harbinger himself was standing there close by, with an air as nearly approaching reverence as was ever to be seen on him. In truth, the way in which he was looking at her was almost timorous. "Will you sing that song I like so much, Lady Babs?"
And the contrast of his burning hand with this frozen silence, frightened Barbara horribly. She could think of nothing but to put her other hand to his forehead. That too was burning hot! "What brought you here?" he said. She could only murmur: "Oh! Eusty! Are you ill?" Miltoun took hold of her wrists. "It's all right, I've been working too hard; got a touch of fever."
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