The New Mistress Part 54

"Hush, dear! The child is dangerously ill, and her mother can hear your words."

"But it would be madness to go. It is an infectious disease."

"I feel, dear, as if it is my duty to go," replied Hazel, with a curious, far-off look in her eyes; and without another word she followed to the little low cottage by the side of the road.

"There, miss, if you'd stand there I think you could hear her. You see the window's open. I'll go upstairs and stir her up like, and then you speak, and--"

"I want teacher! When will she come?"

The words came in a low, harsh tone plainly to Hazel's ears, and with a sigh she walked straight up to the door. "But you hadn't better go anigh her. The doctor said--"

"It will not hurt me," said Hazel quietly.

"Well, miss, if you wouldn't mind, it would do her a power of good, I'm sure. This way, miss," and she led her visitor through the room where she had been washing, to the awkward, well-worn staircase, and up this to poor Feelier's blank-looking room.

"I want teacher!--I want teacher!" came the weary burden as Hazel walked up to the bedside, shocked at the way in which the poor girl had changed.

"I want teacher! When will she come?" came again from the cracked lips as Hazel sank upon her knees by the bedside.

"I am here, my child," she said softly, as the burning head was tossed wearily from side to side.

The effect was electrical. The thin arms that had been lying upon the coverlet were raised, and with one e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n they were flung round the visitor's neck, the poor child nestling to her with a cry of joy.

"My poor child!" cried Hazel tenderly. And the weary iteration was heard no more.

"She never made that ado over me," said the mother discontentedly; but no one seemed to heed her, and she stole downstairs to her work, but came up from time to time to find poor Feelier sleeping softly in Hazel's arms, her head upon her breast. And when Mrs Potts attempted to unloose the clinging hands that were about "teacher's neck," the girl uttered a pa.s.sionate, impatient cry, and clung the tighter to one who seemed to have come to bring her hope of life.

"It was very imprudent of you to come, Miss Thorne," said the doctor.

"I heard you were here from Mr William Forth Burge. He is waiting below. Suppose you try to lay her down; she seems to be asleep."

Asleep or awake, poor Feelier would not be separated from her friend, and the doctor unwillingly owned at last that it would be undoing a great deal of good to force her away.

"You have given her a calm sense of rest, for which in her delirium she has been so long striving. I must confess that you have done her more good than I."

"She will go to sleep soon, perhaps," said Hazel, "and then leave me of her own accord."

"And then?" said the doctor.

"I can return home, and come again when she asks for me."

"I'm afraid, Miss Thorne, that you have not thought of the probable consequences of returning home," said the doctor. "You have young sisters there, and your mother. My dear young lady, it would be exceedingly imprudent to go."

For the first time the consequences of her step occurred to Hazel, and she looked aghast at the speaker.

"Then there is the school, Miss Thorne. I think, as a medical man, it is my duty to forbid your going there again for some time to come. Yes, I see you look at me, but I am only a hardened medical man. I go everywhere, and somehow one escapes a great portion of the ills one goes to cure."

There was no help for it, and after coming as an act of kindness to see the poor girl who had cried for her so incessantly, Hazel found herself literally a prisoner, and duly installed in the bedroom as her sick scholar's nurse.

CHAPTER FORTY ONE.

BROTHER AND SISTERS--REFINED.

There was a good deal of conversation about it at the Vicarage, where it became known through a visit paid by Rebecca and Beatrice to the school, and their coming back scandalised at finding it in charge only of the pupil-teachers, who explained the reason of Hazel's absence, and that she had sent a message to Mr Chute, asking him if he would raise one of the shutters, and give an eye occasionally to the girls' school, which was, however, in so high a state of discipline now that the pupil-teachers were able to carry it on pa.s.sably well.

"And of course Mr Chute has done so?" said Miss Lambent.

"No, please 'm; he said he had plenty to do with his own school,"

replied one pupil-teacher.

"And he wouldn't do anything of the sort," said the other.

"What a disgraceful state of affairs, Beatrice!" exclaimed Miss Lambent; and the sisters hurried away to acquaint their brother with the last piece of news.

"I suppose, with a person of her cla.s.s, one can only expect the same conduct that one would receive from a servant," said Beatrice acidly.

"I do not understand you, Beatrice," said her brother.

"I mean, Henry, that now she has resigned or received her dismissal, we shall only get the same amount of inattention that one would from a discharged servant."

"For my part," said the vicar, "I think that Miss Thorne is being hardly dealt with."

"Absurd, Henry!" said Miss Lambent. "We cannot say a word to you but you take Miss Thorne's part."

"Why not, when I see her treated with injustice!"

"Injustice, Henry!" cried Beatrice. "Is it injustice to speak against a young person who behaves like an unjust steward?"

The vicar was silent.

"For my part," said Rebecca, "I think she should have been dismissed at once; and she would have been, but for the opposition offered by you, Henry, and Mr Burge."

"For my part," continued the vicar, ignoring the past speeches, "I can see nothing more touching, more beautiful, and Christian-like than Miss Thorne's behaviour to this child--one of the sick lambs of her fold."

"We are sorry, of course, for Ophelia Potts," said Rebecca; "but she is a dreadful child."

"A fact, I grant," said the vicar; "and one that makes Miss Thorne's conduct shine out the more."

"Henry!" exclaimed his sisters in a breath.

"We are not doing wrong in staying here, Rebecca," said Beatrice haughtily. "I do not believe in witchcraft or such follies, but it is as though this woman had bewitched our brother, and as if he were shaping himself in accordance with her plans."

"I do not understand you, Beatrice," said the vicar sternly.

"I will be plainer, then, Henry. It seems to me that you are offering yourself a willing victim to the wiles of an artful woman; and the next thing will be, I suppose, that you intend bringing her here as mistress of the Vicarage."