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His wife had not come near him. But Sepia might have been seen, more than once or twice, hovering about his door. Both she and Mewks thought, after such a night, he must have forgotten his appointment with Mary. When he had had some chocolate, he fell into a doze. But his sleep was far from profound. Often he woke and again dozed off. The clock in the dressing-room struck eleven.
"Such a thing never came into my head, sir; but now that you have put it there, I could almost believe it." "Go along with you!" he cried, casting at her a strange look which she could not understand, and the same moment pulling the bell hard. That done, he began to examine the ring intently, as Mary had been doing, and did not speak a word. Mewks came.
Redmain, rising, and looking for the paper where he had left it the day before. "It was of that paper I was this moment thinking," answered Mr. Redmain. "It is not here!" said Mr. Brett. "I thought as much! The fool! There was a thousand pounds there for her! I didn't want to drive her to despair: a dying man must mind what he is about. Ring the bell and see what Mewks has to say to it."
"Show Miss Marston up the moment she arrives," he said and his voice was almost like that of a man in health. "Yes, sir," replied the startled Mewks, and felt he must obey. So Mary was at once shown to the chamber of the sick man. His small head was like a skull covered with parchment. He made the slightest of signs to her to come nearer and again. She went close to the bed.
Redmain, whom they perplexed: what could the young woman hope from taking his part? One morning, after the arrival of Mewks, his man, Mary heard Mr. Redmain calling him in a tone which betrayed that he had been calling for some time: the house was an old one, and the bells were neither in good trim, nor was his in a convenient position. She thought first to find Mewks, but pity rose in her heart.
After the night he had passed, he was now in one of his terror-fits; and this much may be said for his good sense that, if there was anywhere a hell for the use of anybody, he was justified in anticipating a free entrance. "Mewks!" he called, suddenly, and his tone was loud and angry. Mewks was by his bedside instantly. "Get out with you!
I never could bear going to church." "It's not one bit like that! It's like going to your mother, and saying you're going to try to be a good boy, and not vex her any more." "I see. It's all right, I dare say! But I've had as much of it as I can stand! You see, I'm not used to such things. You go away, and send Mewks. Don't be far off, though, and mind you don't go home without letting me know.
This report made his master grin, for, through the description Mewks gave, he suspected a thief disguised as a workman; but, his hopes being against the supposition, he dwelt the less upon it. The man who stopped Mary, and whom, indeed, she would have stopped, was Joseph Jasper, the blacksmith.
I can't bear her to be about Hesper; but, if I told her the half I know, she would not believe the half of that. I shall find a way, though. But I am forgetting! you know her as well as I do that is, you would, if you were wicked enough to understand. I will tell you one of these days what, I am going to do. There! don't say a word. I want no advice on such things. Go along, and send Mewks."
Hence partly it came that Mary met with no interruption to her watching and ministering. Mewks kept coming and going watching her, and awaiting his opportunity. Mr. Redmain scarcely heeded him, only once and again saying in sudden anger, "What can that idiot be about? He might know by this time I'm not likely to want him so long as you are in the room!"
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