From that day forward Vanna deliberately shut her eyes to the barriers
which blocked her life, and gave herself up to the joy of the present.
Piers knew her dread secret, and the knowledge would surely be
sufficient to put any thought of her as a wife out of his mind, if
indeed such a thought had existed. Her conscience being clear that he
at least would not suffer through a continuance of their intimacy, she
for her own part was ready to pay the price of future suffering for the
rich joy of the present. The joy would not, could not last, but it was
better, a thousand times better, to taste the full flavour of life, even
if but for a few short months, than to drag on to old age ignorant of
the deepest experiences which can stir the human soul. If suffering
must come, knowledge would come with it--comprehension, sympathy, and to
the end of time the memory of golden hours.
Piers's visits increased in number, and he was unceasing in his efforts
for all that concerned the welfare of the two inmates of the Cottage.
In his presence Vanna expanded like a flower in the sun. Love, the
magician, worked his spell upon mind and body, so that beholding her own
likeness in the glass she would often blush again, as she had blushed on
the afternoon of Piers's first visit. Her pale cheeks were tinged with
colour, her eyes shone, her very hair showed rich russet gleams as she
wandered bare-headed in the sun. The sound of her own laugh, the
aptness of her own words, astonished and delighted no one so much as
herself: it was as if a hundred unsuspected beauties and charms, after
lying latent all her life, had sprung suddenly to birth. There were
moments when, from sheer pride and self-congratulation, she came near
following Gwendoline Harleth's historic example, and kissing her own
reflection in the glass. "I am happy!" she told herself triumphantly.
"This is happiness--the best I shall ever know. I must realise it,
enjoy every moment, enjoy it to the full. I must guard it preciously,
shut my eyes and ears to all the little jars and frets, and not _allow_
them to interrupt. It is my golden time. In years to come, I must be
able to look back and remember that I made the most of it when it was
mine. It would be madness to waste an hour..."
Meanwhile the two old ladies looked on with silent understanding. Mrs
Rendall had been in her own way an ardent admirer of Vanna in the
earlier days of their acquaintance; but a mother looks with changed eyes
upon a girl whom she suspects her son of honouring with his love. No
one is worthy of that honour, and it is rarely indeed that an element of
coolness and jealousy does not tinge the former affection. Mrs Rendall
pursed her lips at the mention of Vanna Strangeways, and no longer
pressed for repetitions of the weekly visits.
To Miggles it was unalloyed joy to behold the growing attachment between
the two young people whom she loved so dearly. Never by word or deed
did she hint at her desire; but as the months passed by and her health
steadily declined, she hugged the thought that when her hour came the
dear child who had comforted her last days would find another and a
sweeter home. An ever-increasing feebleness warned her that her days
were numbered, though so far she had been spared severe suffering. The
local doctor confided in Vanna that such immunity could not be expected
to the end, for in such cases violent paroxysms of pain were almost
inevitable. Vanna shrank with fear from the prospect; but the God in
whom Miggles so sweetly trusted had decreed an easier release for His
child. Sitting beside an open window in the second spring of her
sojourn at the Cottage, Miggles contracted a chill, which quickly
developed into bronchitis. The attack did not appear serious to
onlookers; but some premonition of the end seemed to visit the invalid
herself, for she called Vanna to her bedside, and whispered an eager
request:
"My keys, dear! On the ring! I want them here."
Vanna brought the big, jingling bunch from its place in the work-basket
with its red silk linings. Miggles had the slavish devotion to locking
up which characterised her time, and it was seldom indeed that any of
her possessions could be reached without the aid of at least two keys.
Now with feeble fingers she separated two from the rest, and held them
out for the girl's inspection.
"This big one with the red thread, that's for the cupboard in the spare
room. This little one--the smallest but two--that's for the bottom
drawer inside. If I die this time--one can never tell--go at once and
open that drawer. _At once_! To save you trouble."
Vanna nodded, and put back the bunch in the basket. She herself had no
fear that this illness would end fatally, until in the still hours of
the night she crept to the bedside and beheld on her friend's face the
grey shadow which, once seen, can never be mistaken. The doctor was
summoned, with Piers Rendall, who by good providence was staying at the
Manor, and the dread sentence was pronounced in the little sitting-room
in which so many peaceful hours had been spent.
"Slipping away! Heart failure! The heart is too weak to stand the
extra strain caused by this oppression on the lungs. She will not last
out the day. Don't grieve, Miss Strangeways. It's a merciful release.
If she had lived she would have had great suffering. We must be
thankful for her sake."
Vanna and Piers sat together by the bedside during the long hours of
that morning. A telegram of warning had been dispatched to Mr and Mrs
Goring, but it was not possible that they could reach the secluded
village before late in the afternoon. Miggles lay with closed eyes,
breathing heavily, but without further sign of distress. For the most
part she seemed to sleep, but once, when Piers bent over her, she opened
her eyes and essayed to smile.
"How are you now, dear? How do you feel?" asked the young man
anxiously; and Miggles struggled bravely to reply.
"Quite--well!" said the feeble voice; and after a moment's pause--"And
very happy!"
After that she sank ever deeper and deeper into unconsciousness, while
the watchers sat on either side, watching the still face.
It was just as the clock struck five, and the sun passing beyond the
barrier of the cliff left the little room grey and dull, that with a
movement of surprise, as if wakened by the touch of an invisible hand,
Miggles suddenly lifted her lids and gazed around. The heavy, bulging
cheeks had wasted away, and the eyes, which in health had appeared small
and insignificant, now stared out, large and wide from the hollow
sockets. As she looked, the first surprise was superseded by a great
and incredulous joy. She turned her head from side to side, the faint
smile deepening to rapture, while her panting lips gasped out the same
word--once, a second time, and again a third:
"_Angels! Angels! Angels_!"
The two who looked on bowed their heads, and were still. To them it was
a small, dull room, prosaic in furnishing, grey, with the shadow of
night and death, but Miggles's opening eyes beheld therein the company
of saints.
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Piers and the faithful maid turned Vanna out of the room. She had done
enough, they said. It was not for her to be pained by the last sad
rites. She allowed herself to be led on to the little landing; but when
Piers tried to lead her downstairs she refused to move. Remembrance had
come to her of Miggles's request with respect to the keys, and the
search which was to be made "_at once_." She had no idea what she was
to find as she knelt beside that bottom drawer, while Piers stood
watchfully at her side; it was the impulse of obedience pure and simple
which guided her movements. The first glance brought no illumination,
for a strip of muslin hid the contents from view. With its removal came
the scent of lavender, and there, neatly ranged in order, lay a pair of
fine linen sheets with pillow cases to match, a nightgown, and a cap
with a border of pleated lace, its muslin strings neatly folded and
secured in place with a pin.
Miggles's burial clothes! prepared long since with her own hands, and
put aside to "save trouble" to those left behind. Vanna bowed her head,
and burst into a passion of tears.