'I have never felt it!' cried the Blind Girl.'I have never felt it, in its fulness.Never! I have sometimes wished that I could see you, or could see him - only once, dear father, only for one little minute - that I might know what it is I treasure up,' she laid her hands upon her breast, 'and hold here! That I might be sure and have it right! And sometimes (but then I was a child) Ihave wept in my prayers at night, to think that when your images ascended from my heart to Heaven, they might not be the true resemblance of yourselves.But I have never had these feelings long.They have passed away and left me tranquil and contented.'
'And they will again,' said Caleb.
'But, father! Oh my good, gentle father, bear with me, if I am wicked!' said the Blind Girl.'This is not the sorrow that so weighs me down!'
Her father could not choose but let his moist eyes overflow; she was so earnest and pathetic, but he did not understand her, yet.
'Bring her to me,' said Bertha.'I cannot hold it closed and shut within myself.Bring her to me, father!'
She knew he hesitated, and said, 'May.Bring May!'
May heard the mention of her name, and coming quietly towards her, touched her on the arm.The Blind Girl turned immediately, and held her by both hands.
'Look into my face, Dear heart, Sweet heart!' said Bertha.'Read it with your beautiful eyes, and tell me if the truth is written on it.'
'Dear Bertha, Yes!'
The Blind Girl still, upturning the blank sightless face, down which the tears were coursing fast, addressed her in these words:
'There is not, in my soul, a wish or thought that is not for your good, bright May! There is not, in my soul, a grateful recollection stronger than the deep remembrance which is stored there, of the many many times when, in the full pride of sight and beauty, you have had consideration for Blind Bertha, even when we two were children, or when Bertha was as much a child as ever blindness can be! Every blessing on your head! Light upon your happy course! Not the less, my dear May;' and she drew towards her, in a closer grasp; 'not the less, my bird, because, to-day, the knowledge that you are to be His wife has wrung my heart almost to breaking! Father, May, Mary! oh forgive me that it is so, for the sake of all he has done to relieve the weariness of my dark life: and for the sake of the belief you have in me, when I call Heaven to witness that I could not wish him married to a wife more worthy of his goodness!'
While speaking, she had released May Fielding's hands, and clasped her garments in an attitude of mingled supplication and love.
Sinking lower and lower down, as she proceeded in her strange confession, she dropped at last at the feet of her friend, and hid her blind face in the folds of her dress.
'Great Power!' exclaimed her father, smitten at one blow with the truth, 'have I deceived her from the cradle, but to break her heart at last!'
It was well for all of them that Dot, that beaming, useful, busy little Dot - for such she was, whatever faults she had, and however you may learn to hate her, in good time - it was well for all of them, I say, that she was there: or where this would have ended, it were hard to tell.But Dot, recovering her self-possession, interposed, before May could reply, or Caleb say another word.
'Come, come, dear Bertha! come away with me! Give her your arm, May.So! How composed she is, you see, already; and how good it is of her to mind us,' said the cheery little woman, kissing her upon the forehead.'Come away, dear Bertha.Come! and here's her good father will come with her; won't you, Caleb? To - be - sure!'
Well, well! she was a noble little Dot in such things, and it must have been an obdurate nature that could have withstood her influence.When she had got poor Caleb and his Bertha away, that they might comfort and console each other, as she knew they only could, she presently came bouncing back, - the saying is, as fresh as any daisy; I say fresher - to mount guard over that bridling little piece of consequence in the cap and gloves, and prevent the dear old creature from making discoveries.
'So bring me the precious Baby, Tilly,' said she, drawing a chair to the fire; 'and while I have it in my lap, here's Mrs.Fielding, Tilly, will tell me all about the management of Babies, and put me right in twenty points where I'm as wrong as can be.Won't you, Mrs.Fielding?'
Not even the Welsh Giant, who, according to the popular expression, was so 'slow' as to perform a fatal surgical operation upon himself, in emulation of a juggling-trick achieved by his arch-enemy at breakfast-time; not even he fell half so readily into the snare prepared for him, as the old lady did into this artful pitfall.The fact of Tackleton having walked out; and furthermore, of two or three people having been talking together at a distance, for two minutes, leaving her to her own resources; was quite enough to have put her on her dignity, and the bewailment of that mysterious convulsion in the Indigo trade, for four-and-twenty hours.But this becoming deference to her experience, on the part of the young mother, was so irresistible, that after a short affectation of humility, she began to enlighten her with the best grace in the world; and sitting bolt upright before the wicked Dot, she did, in half an hour, deliver more infallible domestic recipes and precepts, than would (if acted on) have utterly destroyed and done up that Young Peerybingle, though he had been an Infant Samson.
