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Updated: May 17, 2025
It was a short note, dry and to the point, with nothing in it unnecessary in the way of words. I do not know why I read it over several times. His writing gave me comfort. I felt as if there was some one human who would understand things. When I was dressing for dinner, Augustus returned. He shuffled into the room without knocking, while McGreggor was brushing my hair.
Lady Tilchester has been always kind to me. Do not come. Good-bye." Then I took it to the post-office myself. That night we left for Lucerne McGreggor and Roy and I. It being August, crowds of tourists faced me everywhere. Lucerne, which I had always heard was such a pretty place, filled me with loathing. I only stayed a day there.
Having cut off one's hand, I am sure grandmamma would say it would be drivelling and mawkish to meditate over each drop of blood. I tried hard to think of other things. I counted the stupid pattern on the braid that ornamented the inside of the brougham. I counted the lamp-posts, with their murky lights, showing through the fog. I looked at McGreggor sitting stolidly opposite me.
Never again awake in this beautiful room. Never again "The brougham is at the door, ma'am," said McGreggor, interrupting my thoughts, and I descended the stairs. The fog was still gray and raw, but had considerably lifted. In the uncompromising daylight Antony's face looked haggard and drawn. "Comtesse," he said, as we drove along, "I cannot forgive myself for causing you pain last night.
From this day, as latitude after latitude was crossed on my way southward, I distributed every article I could spare, among these poor, kind-hearted people. Mr. McGreggor went in his Rob Roy canoe over the rivers of Europe, "diffusing cheerfulness and distributing Evangelical tracts."
A pious sailor, on board the steamboat Helen McGreggor, in 1830, was ordered by the Captain to assist in handling freight on the Sabbath; which he objected to do, because he wished to keep the Sabbath. "We have no Sabbaths here at the West," the Captain replied. "Very well," said the sailor, "wherever I am, I am determined to keep the Sabbath."
I had my wits about me when we drew up at the hotel door. "I am going to Switzerland to-night," I said to McGreggor. "Pack up everything." She is a maid of wonderful sense. "Very well, ma'am," she said, without the slightest appearance of surprise. I sat down and wrote a telegram to Antony. It would just catch him. He was to leave by the night mail: "I have seen Muriel and I know.
The daintiness of the old Dresden china equipage pleased me, forced itself upon my notice in spite of the deep preoccupation of my mind. An exquisite bunch of fresh roses lay on the tray, and a note from Antony only a few words hoping I had slept well and saying the brougham would be ready for me at half-past nine, and that he also was going to London. McGreggor had left the room.
I did not ring for McGreggor. I would stay in my sitting-room all night. Roy came up to me and licked my hand. Then suddenly something seemed to give way in my will, and I dropped on the rug beside my dog and cried as I have never cried in my life, my head buried in his soft, black coat. Oh, grandmamma, forgive me for such weakness!
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