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She knew nothing of what had happened to her; she did not yet know herself did not know that her faithless lover lay on the floor by her bedside. When the mother entered, she saw nothing only heard Isy's breathing. But when her husband came with a candle, and she saw her son on the floor, she forgot Isy; all her care was for James.
For still he saw, or fancied he saw, the same possible colour on Isy's cheek like the faintest sunset-red, or that in the heart of the palest blush-rose, which is either glow or pallor as you choose to think it. So the first week of Isy's death passed, and still she lay in state, ready for the grave, but unburied.
By and by, her husband came in to have his dinner, and finding herself compelled, much against her will, to leave the two together, she sent up Eppie to take Isy's place, with the message that she was to go down at once. Isy obeyed, and went to the kitchen; but, perturbed and trembling, dropped on the first chair she came to.
Afore God, I wud rether share wi' her in that day, nor wi' them that keppit her!" But when he reached home, the minister was startled, indeed dismayed by the pallor that overwhelmed Isy's countenance when she heard, following his assurance of the welcome that awaited her, the name and abode of her new friends. "They'll be wantin to ken a'thing!" she sobbed.
"I feel so strange! What can have made me turn so sick all at once?" "Isy's come to life again!" said his mother, with modified show of pleasure. "Oh!" he returned. "Ye're surely no sorry for that!" rejoined his mother, with a reaction of disappointment at his lack of sympathy, and rose as she said it. "I'm pleased to hear it why not?" he answered. "But she gave me a terrible start!
"I dinna blame ye, Isy! but there's jist ae thing I'm determined upo and that is that the rascal sail merry ye!" Isy's face flushed; she was taken too much at unawares to hide her pleasure at such a word from his mouth. But the flush faded, and presently Mr. Blatherwick saw that she was fighting with herself, and getting the better of that self.
But her heart, at first bubbling over with gladness, soon grew calmer, when she came to perceive how very ill James was. And before long she began to fear she must part with her child, whose lack of love hitherto made the threatened separation the more frightful to her. She turned even from the thought of Isy's restoration, as if that were itself an added wrong.
He'll never come to health o' body or min' till he's confest, and God has forgien him. He maun confess! He maun confess!" "Hoot, Peter, dinna be sae suspicious o' yer ain. It's no like ye to be sae maisterfu' and owerbeirin. I wad na lat ae ill thoucht o' puir Jeemie inside this auld heid o' mine! It's the lassie, I'll tak my aith, it's that Isy's at the bothom o' 't!"
Through the film that blinded those expectant eyes, Marion saw what manner of woman she was that drew nigh, and her motherhood went out to her. For, in the love-witchery of Isy's yearning look, humbly seeking acceptance, and in her hesitating approach half-checked by gentle apology, Marion imagined she saw her own Isy coming back from the gates of Death, and sprang to meet her.
A pitiful smile flitted across Isy's face, and with it returned the almost babyish look that used to form part of her charm. Like an obedient child, she set herself to eat and drink what she could; and when she had evidently done her best "Now put up your feet again on the sofa, and tell us everything," said the minister. "No," returned Isy; "I'm not at liberty to tell you everything."
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