第33章 THE REVENGE OF HER RACE BY MARY BEAUMONT(4)
"She told me, and Dick Burdas he told me, and it was like this.When they got to the race-course,--it was the first races they'd had in Rochester,--all the gentry was there, and those that knew her always made a deal of her, she had such half-shy, winning ways.And she seemed very bright, Dick said, talking with the governor's lady, who is full of fun and sparkle.The carriages were all together, and Major Beaumont, a kind old gentleman who's always been a good friend to Master Horace, would have them in his carriage for luncheon, or whatever it was.Dick says he was thinking that she was the prettiest lady there, when his eye was caught bytwo or three parties of Maoris setting themselves right in front of the carriages.There were four or five in each lot, and they were mostly old.They got out their sharks' flesh and that bad corn they eat, and began to make their meal of them.Near Mrs.Denison there was one old man with a better sort of face, and Dick heard her say to master, 'Isn't he like my father?' What Master Horace answered he didn't hear; he says he never saw anything like her face, so sad and wild, and working for all the world as if something were fighting her within.Then all in a minute she ran out and slipped down in her beautiful dress close by the old Maori in his dirty rags, and was rubbing her face against his, as them folks do when they meet.She had just taken a mouthful of the raw fish when Master Horace missed her.He hadn't noticed her slip away.But in a moment he seemed to understand what it meant.He saw the Maori come out strong in her face, and he knew the Maori had got the better of everything, husband and friends and all.He gave a little cry, and in a minute he had her on her feet and was bringing her back to the carriage.Some folks thought Dick Burdas a rough hard man, and I know he was a shocker of a lad (he was fra Whitby), but that night he cried like a baby when he tell 't me," and Mrs.Bentley fell for a moment into the dialect of her youth.
"He said," she continued, "that she looked like a poor stricken thing condemned, and let herself be led back as submissive as a child, and Master Horace's face was like the dead.He didn't think any one but the major and Dr.Danby saw her go, all was done in a minute.But it was done, and some few had seen, and it got out, and things were said that wasn't true.Not the doctor! No, miss, you needn't tell me that; he's told none, that I'll warrant.He's faithful and he's close.""O Mrs.Bentley, how dreadful for her, how dreadful!" and the girl went down on her knees by the old woman, her tears flowing fast.
"That's it, miss, you understand.I feel like that.It was bad enough for Master Horace with the future before him, and his children to think of, but for her it was desperate cruel.Eh, ma'am, what she went through! She loved more than you'd have thought us poor human beings could.And, after all, the nature was in her; she didn't put it there.I've had a deal to do to keep down sinful thoughts since then; there's a lot of things that's wrongin this world, ma'am."
"What did she do?" Alice whispered.
"She! She was for going away and leaving everything; she felt herself the worst woman in the world.It was only by begging and praying of her on my knees that I got her to stay in the house that night, for she was so far English, and had such a fancy, that she saw everything blacker than any Englishwoman would, even the partick'lerest.Afterward Master Horace was that good and gentle, and she loved him so much, that he persuaded her to say nothing more about it, and to try to live as if it hadn't been.And so she seemed to do, outward like, to other people.But it wasn't ever the same again.Something had broken in them both; with him it was his trust and his pride, but in her it was her heart.""But the children--surely they comforted her.""Eh, miss, that was the worst.Poor lamb, poor lamb! Never after that day, though they were more to her nor children ever were to a mother before, would she have them with her.Just a morning and a good-night kiss, and a quarter of an hour at most, and I must take them away.She watched them play in the garden from her window or the little hill there, and when they were asleep she would sit by them for hours, saying how bonny they were and how good they were growing.And she looked after their clothes and their food and every little toy and pleasure, but never came in for a romp and a chat any more.""Dear, brave heart!" murmured the girl.
"Yes, ma'am, you feel for her, I know.She was fair terrified of them turning Maori and shaming their father.That was it.You didn't notice? No; after you came she was too ill to bear them about, and it seemed natural, I dare say.The Maoris are a fearful delicate set of folks.A bad cold takes them off into consumption directly.And with her there was the sorrow as well as the cold.It was wonderful that she lived so long."Alice threw her arms round Mrs.Bentley's neck.
"O nurse, it is all so dreadful and sad.Couldn't we have somehow kept her with us and made her happy?"The old woman held her close."Nay, my dear bairn, never after that happened.It, or worse, might have come again.It's something stronger inthem than we know; it's the very blood, I'm thinking.But she's gone to be the angel that Dick always said she was."Alice looked away over the starlit garden to where the plumy trees stirred in the night wind."No," she said, fervently, "not 'gone to be,' nurse dear; she was an angel always.Dick was right."