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Updated: June 29, 2025
She was not unhappy: she had been making plans for herself. She would work hard, and fill her life as full as possible. There should be no room for unhealthy thought. She would go and spend her holidays in Petershof. There would be pleasure in that for him and for her. She would tell him so to-morrow. She knew he would be glad.
PETERSHOF was a winter resort for consumptive patients, though, indeed, many people simply needed the change of a bracing climate went there to spend a few months; and came, away wonderfully better for the mountain air.
"I should be more inclined to say that we end by being content to dig a hole, and get into it, like the earth men." A silence followed these words; the English community at that end of the table was struck with astonishment at hearing the Disagreeable Man speak. The few sentences he had spoken during the last four years at Petershof were on record; this was decidedly the longest of them all.
He went up the stairs, and turned round as though he wished to say something more. But he changed his mind, and kept his own counsel. An hour later Bernardine left Petershof. Only the concierge of the Kurhaus saw her off at the station. TWO days after Bernardine had left Petershof, the snows began to melt. Nothing could be drearier than that process: nothing more desolate than the outlook.
This was what Bernardine Holme hoped to do; she was broken down in every way, but it was thought that a prolonged stay in Petershof might help her back to a reasonable amount of health, or, at least, prevent her from slipping into further decline. She had come alone, because she had no relations except that old uncle, and no money to pay any friend who might have been willing to come with her.
Zerviah Holme did not like to be interrupted when he was reading Gibbon; and as he was always reading Gibbon, an interruption was always regarded by him as an insult. About two hours afterwards, he opened the letter, and learnt that his niece, Bernardine, had arrived safely in Petershof, and that she intended to get better and come home strong.
I thought then that if obliged to ask for temporary help, I should come to you: so you see if you have trusted me, I, too, have trusted you." A smile passed over the Disagreeable Man's face, one of his rare, beautiful smiles. "Supposing you change your mind," he said quietly, "you will not find that I have changed mine." Then a few minutes brought them back to Petershof.
There was a story afloat concerning the English quarter, that a tired little English lady, of no importance to look at, probably not rich, and probably not handsome, came to the most respectable hotel in Petershof, thinking to find there the peace and quiet which her weariness required. But no one knew who the little lady was, whence she had come, and why.
She was grateful for any little kindness which was shewn her; but at first she kept very much to herself, talking chiefly with the Disagreeable Man, who, by the way, had surprised every one but no one more than himself by his unwonted behaviour in bestowing even a fraction of his companionship on a Petershof human being.
So I am taking extra pains. She did not care for the flowers to be wired. So I am trying my best without the wire. But it is difficult." She left him to his work, and went away, thinking. All the time she had now been in Petershof had not sufficed to make her indifferent to the sadness of her surroundings. In vain the Disagreeable Man's preachings, in vain her own reasonings with herself.
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