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Poor fellow! it is sad to see him so ill, isn't it?" AFTER this, scarcely a day passed but Bernardine went to see Mr. Reffold. The most inexperienced eye could have known that he was becoming rapidly worse. Marie, the chambermaid, knew it, and spoke of it frequently to Bernardine. "The poor lonely fellow!" she said, time after time. Every one, except Mrs. Reffold, seemed to recognize that Mr.
And, fancy, she has come quite alone. I have inquired. How hopelessly out of fashion she dresses. And what a hat!" "I should not take the trouble to speak to her," said one of the men. "She may fasten herself on to you. You know what a bore that is." "Oh, I can easily snub any one if I wish," replied Mrs. Reffold, rather disdainfully.
"I have been from England nearly five months," she said, "and my money is coming to an end. I must go back and work." "Then come away with me as my companion," Mrs. Reffold suggested. "And I will pay you a handsome salary." Bernardine could not be persuaded. "No," she said. "I could not earn money that way: it would not suit me.
That flash of light which reveals ourselves to ourselves had not yet come to Mrs. Reffold. She looked at her husband, and thought from his restfulness that he had gone to sleep, and she was just beginning to write to that particular friend at Cannes, to tell her what a trial she was undergoing, when Mr. Reffold called her to his side.
Reffold that afternoon she did not mention that she had seen his wife. He coughed a great deal, and seemed to be worse than usual, and complained of fever. But he liked to have her, and would not hear of her going. "Stay," he said. "It is not much of a pleasure to you, but it is a great pleasure to me."
He never used to be so irritable. It is all very tiresome. It is quite telling on my health." She looked the picture of health. Bernardine gasped; and Mrs. Reffold continued: "His grumbling this afternoon has been incessant; so much so that he himself was ashamed, and asked me to forgive him. You heard him, didn't you?" "Yes, I heard him," Bernardine said.
"And of course I forgave him at once," Mrs. Reffold said piously. "Naturally one would do that, but the vexation remains all the same." "Can these things be!" thought Bernardine to herself "He spoke in a most ridiculous way," she went on: "it certainly is not encouraging for me to spend another afternoon with him. I shall go sledging to-morrow." "You generally do go sledging, don't you?"
Reffold, and Mrs. Reffold went sledging. "Dear Wilfrid is so unselfish," she said. "He will not have me stay at home. But I feel very selfish." That was her stock remark. Most people answered her by saying: "Oh no, Mrs. Reffold, don't say that." But when she made the remark to Bernardine, and expected the usual reply, Bernardine said instead: "Mr. Reffold seems lonely."
Mrs. Reffold gave no reply, but she made a resolution to write to her particular friend at Cannes and confide to her how very trying her husband had become. "I suppose it is part of his illness," she thought meekly. "But it is hard to have to bear it." And Mrs. Reffold pitied herself profoundly. She stitched sincere pity for herself into that piece of embroidery.
"You are not alone, I suppose?" continued Mrs. Reffold. "Yes, quite alone," answered Bernardine. "But you are evidently acquainted with Mr. Allitsen, your neighbour at table," said Mrs. Reffold; "so you will not feel quite lonely here. It is a great advantage to have a friend at a place like this." "I never saw him before last night," said Bernardine. "Is it possible?" said Mrs.
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