The Woman in White - The Original Classic Edition. Collins Wilkie

"Won't you take your old place?" she said, speaking very abruptly and in very low tones. "I may take it on the last night," I answered.

       She did not reply--she kept her attention riveted on the music--music which she knew by memory, which she had played over and over again, in former times, without the book. I only knew that she had heard me, I only knew that she was aware of my being close to her, by seeing the red spot on the cheek that was nearest to me fade out, and the face grow pale all over.

       "I am very sorry you are going," she said, her voice almost sinking to a whisper, her eyes looking more and more intently at the mu-

       sic, her fingers flying over the keys of the piano with a strange feverish energy which I had never noticed in her before.

       "I shall remember those kind words, Miss Fairlie, long after to-morrow has come and gone." The paleness grew whiter on her face, and she turned it farther away from me.

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       "Don't speak of to-morrow," she said. "Let the music speak to us of to-night, in a happier language than ours."

       Her lips trembled--a faint sigh fluttered from them, which she tried vainly to suppress. Her fingers wavered on the piano--she struck a false note, confused herself in trying to set it right, and dropped her hands angrily on her lap. Miss Halcombe and Mr. Gilmore looked up in astonishment from the card-table at which they were playing. Even Mrs. Vesey, dozing in her chair, woke at the sudden cessation of the music, and inquired what had happened.

       "You play at whist, Mr. Hartright?" asked Miss Halcombe, with her eyes directed significantly at the place I occupied.

       I knew what she meant--I knew she was right, and I rose at once to go to the card-table. As I left the piano Miss Fairlie turned a page of the music, and touched the keys again with a surer hand.

       "I WILL play it," she said, striking the notes almost passionately. "I WILL play it on the last night."

       "Come, Mrs. Vesey," said Miss Halcombe, "Mr. Gilmore and I are tired of ecarte--come and be Mr. Hartright's partner at whist." The old lawyer smiled satirically. His had been the winning hand, and he had just turned up a king. He evidently attributed Miss

       Halcombe's abrupt change in the card-table arrangements to a lady's inability to play the losing game.

       The rest of the evening passed without a word or a look from her. She kept her place at the piano, and I kept mine at the card-table. She played unintermittingly--played as if the music was her only refuge from herself. Sometimes her fingers touched the notes with a lingering fondness--a soft, plaintive, dying tenderness, unutterably beautiful and mournful to hear; sometimes they faltered and failed her, or hurried over the instrument mechanically, as if their task was a burden to them. But still, change and waver as they might in the expression they imparted to the music, their resolution to play never faltered. She only rose from the piano when we all rose to say Good-night.

       Mrs. Vesey was the nearest to the door, and the first to shake hands with me.

       "I shall not see you again, Mr. Hartright," said the old lady. "I am truly sorry you are going away. You have been very kind and attentive, and an old woman like me feels kindness and attention. I wish you happy, sir--I wish you a kind good-bye."

       Mr. Gilmore came next.

       "I hope we shall have a future opportunity of bettering our acquaintance, Mr. Hartright. You quite understand about that little mat-ter of business being safe in my hands? Yes, yes, of course. Bless me, how cold it is! Don't let me keep you at the door. Bon voyage, my dear sir--bon voyage, as the French say."

       Miss Halcombe followed.

       "Half-past seven to-morrow morning," she said--then added in a whisper, "I have heard and seen more than you think. Your conduct to-night has made me your friend for life."

       Miss Fairlie came last. I could not trust myself to look at her when I took her hand, and when I thought of the next morning. "My departure must be a very early one," I said. "I shall be gone, Miss Fairlie, before you----"

       "No, no," she interposed hastily, "not before I am out of my room. I shall be down to breakfast with Marian. I am not so ungrateful, not so forgetful of the past three months----"

       Her voice failed her, her hand closed gently round mine--then dropped it suddenly. Before I could say "Good-night" she was gone.

       The end comes fast to meet me--comes inevitably, as the light of the last morning came at Limmeridge House.

       It was barely half-past seven when I went downstairs, but I found them both at the breakfast-table waiting for me. In the chill air, in the dim light, in the gloomy morning silence of the house, we three sat down together, and tried to eat, tried to talk. The struggle to preserve appearances was hopeless and useless, and I rose to end it.

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       As I held out my hand, as Miss Halcombe, who was nearest to me, took it, Miss Fairlie turned away suddenly and hurried from the room.

       "Better so," said Miss Halcombe, when the door had closed--"better so, for you and for her."

       I waited a moment before I could speak--it was hard to lose her, without a parting word or a parting look. I controlled myself--I

       tried to take leave of Miss Halcombe in fitting terms; but all the farewell words I would fain have spoken dwindled to one sentence.

       "Have I deserved that you should write to me?" was all I could say.

       "You have nobly deserved everything that I can do for you, as long as we both live. Whatever the end is you shall know it."

       "And if I can ever be of help again, at any future time, long after the memory of my presumption and my folly is forgotten . . ." I could add no more. My voice faltered, my eyes moistened in spite of me.

       She caught me by both hands--she pressed them with the strong, steady grasp of a man--her dark eyes glittered--her brown complexion flushed deep--the force and energy of her face glowed and grew beautiful with the pure inner light of her generosity and her pity.

       "I will trust you--if ever the time comes I will trust you as my friend and HER friend, as my brother and HER brother." She stopped, drew me nearer to her--the fearless, noble creature--touched my forehead, sister-like, with her lips, and called me by

       my Christian name. "God bless you, Walter!" she said. "Wait here alone and compose yourself--I had better not stay for both our sakes--I had better see you go from the balcony upstairs."

       She left the room. I turned away towards the window, where nothing faced me but the lonely autumn landscape--I turned away to master myself, before I too left the room in my turn, and left it for ever.

       A minute passed--it could hardly have been more--when I heard the door open again softly, and the rustling of a woman's dress on the carpet moved towards me. My heart beat violently as I turned round. Miss Fairlie was approaching me from the farther end of

       the room.

       She stopped and hesitated when our eyes met, and when she saw that we were alone. Then, with that courage which women lose so often in the small emergency, and so seldom in the great, she came on nearer to me, strangely pale and strangely quiet, drawing one hand after her along the table by which she walked, and holding something at her side in the other, which was hidden by the folds of her dress.

       "I only went into the drawing-room," she said, "to look for this. It may remind you of your visit here, and of the friends you leave behind you. You told me I had improved very much when I did it, and I thought you might like----"

       She turned her head away, and offered me a little sketch, drawn throughout by her own pencil, of the summer-house in which we

       had first met. The paper trembled in her hand as she held it out to me--trembled in mine as I took it from her.

       I was afraid to say what I felt--I only answered, "It shall never leave me--all my life long it shall be the treasure that I prize most. I

       am very grateful for it--very grateful to you, for not letting me go away without bidding you good-bye." "Oh!" she said innocently, "how could I let you go, after we have passed so many happy days together!"