In some trepidation Julia knocked. Receiving no reply, she opened the door,
and her candle burnt in what a moment before must have been inky darkness.
Emily lay on her bed--on the edge of it; and the only movement she made was
to avert her eyes from the light. 'What! all alone in this darkness,
Emily!... Shall I light your candles?' She had to repeat the question
before she could get an answer.
'No, thank you; I want nothing; I have no wish to see anything. I like the
dark.'
'Have you been asleep?'
'No; I have not.... Why do you come to torment me? It cannot matter to you
whether I lie in the dark or the light. Oh, take that candle away! it is
blinding me.' Julia put the candle on the washstand. Then full of pity for
the grieving girl, she stood, her hand resting on the bed-rail.
'Aren't you coming down to dinner, Emily? Come, let me pour out some water
for you. When you have bathed your eyes----'
'I don't want any dinner.'
'It will look very strange if you remain in your room the whole evening.
You do not want to vex him, do you?'
'I suppose he is very angry with me. But I did not mean to vex him. Is he
very angry?'
'No, he is not angry at all; he is merely distressed. You distress him
dreadfully when----'
'I don't know why I should distress him. I'm sure I don't mean to. You know
more about it than I. You are always whispering together--talking about
me.'
'I assure you, Emily, you are mistaken. Mr. Price and I have no secrets
whatever.'
'Why should you tell me these falsehoods? They make me so miserable.'
'Falsehoods, Emily! When did you ever know me to tell a falsehood?'
'You say you have no secrets! Do you think I am blind? You think, I
suppose, I did not see you showing him a ring? You took it off, too; and I
suppose you gave it to him,--an engagement ring, very likely.'
'I lost a stone from my ring, and I asked Mr. Price if he would take the
ring to London and have the stone replaced.... That is all. So you see how
your imagination has run away with you.'