ZILLAH IS ANXIOUS ABOUT THE HEALTH OF HER MISTRESS.
"As I passed the _salon_, the door was open, and I saw the girl, Zillah,
standing before James, talking eagerly, and evidently in a fierce state
of excitement. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes blazing--she raised her
hands with a quick, Southern gesture of entreaty. I thought she was
about to lay them on his arm.
"That moment he caught sight of me, and made a little sign--she checked
herself at once. He looked disconcerted, but the girl's assurance was
not so easily shaken. She followed me at once, and as she overtook me,
said--
"'Oh, Miss Crawford, I am so near crazy with joy at finding myself with
the mistress and all of you, again, that I don't know what I do or say.
I was just telling Mr. James how happy it made me to see my dear
mistress looking so much better. She is better, Miss Mabel, you are
certain sure of that.'
"Her look was eager; her eyes searched mine with keen scrutiny.
"'She is greatly improved,' I replied, coldly.
"'I was very sick, too, Miss Mabel,' she went on; 'at one time I thought
I should die, and never see her again, or the master; master James, I
mean, or any one. Oh, it seemed as if heaven was cruel to me, as if
everything I saw was cruel.'
"'That is absolutely wicked, Zillah,' I answered, almost harshly.
"'I know it. I am sorry now--but I could not help it. We cannot always
put down wicked feelings. But you are sure that the mistress is
better--getting well?'
"I was a little conscience-stricken by the thought that there had been
slight Christian feeling in the admonition I had given her, and so found
nothing to say, except that I was sure Mrs. Harrington was almost quite
well.
"'Are we going to stay here long, Miss Mabel?' she asked, following me,
'now that she is so much better--quite well--did you say quite well,
young mistress.'
"'I don't know--perhaps, since Mrs. Harrington seems so much benefited
by the air. The doctor considers her almost cured--there is only the
weakness to overcome now. You can see how the color has come back to her
face, yourself, Zillah.'
"Zillah gave a little groan, and staggered back against the wall,
pressing her hand on her heart. She was deathly white, and her face was
convulsed with pain.
"'Are you sick?' I demanded, really frightened, 'What is the matter,
Zillah?'
"'Nothing--nothing,' she gasped. 'Let me sit down a minute--only a
pain. I'm not very strong yet, young mistress.'
"She sank on a lounge that stood in the corridor, and covered her face
with her hand. We were near my room, so I ran in there and got a glass
of water and carried it to her.
"'Drink a little,' I said.
"The creature's hand shook so that she could scarcely hold the goblet,
but the tremor passed quickly.
"'Thank you, young mistress,' she said, with a humility that displeased
me, because it looked like acting. 'It is not the thing for you to wait
on me.'
"'Are you better?' I asked.
"'Yes--yes--well now! I think it was only joy--my dear, dear mistress! I
have this queer pain lately when I am taken of a sudden. It will go away
by and by; I'm going to lie down--mayn't I, Miss Mabel?'
"It was absurd to ask the question--the girl had always done just as she
pleased.
"'You know that you can,' I said.
"'If my mistress wants me, I'll come at once--I want to do everything
for her now. I'm quite well--quite strong.'
"She got up from the lounge and walked down the corridor, but her step
was unsteady and faltering. I was sorry for her, but my repugnance, my
absolute repulsion toward the beautiful creature was only increased,
though I could not have told why.
"Even her affection for her mistress seemed so exaggerated, that I could
not believe it. Oh, I was growing very hard and wicked. I reproached
myself bitterly, but the strange distrust would not be overcome.
"There is a fair in Seville, where many curious and beautiful things are
offered for sale. This morning the Eatons were urgent that we should go.
Some of the Rommany gipsies, from Grenada, had camped on the ground,
and Lucy was dying to have her fortune told. Did the silly wish affect
me? Was I weak enough to cover a latent desire to consult these strange
people under the pretence of obliging Lucy Eaton? I fear so. In the
restless state of mind which disturbed me, I was willing to fly even to
absurdities for relief. Mrs. Harrington, greatly to my astonishment,
consented to go with us. James protested a little against this, for she
had not been so well for a day or two, and he feared the fatigue; but
she, too, had a curiosity to see the gipsies, and protested that she
could do well enough. If they had any fears, Zillah should go with us;
and if she got weary, the carriage could take them back to the hotel,
and return.
"No one objected to this arrangement, which delighted Zillah
inexpressibly. The girl had been out a good deal since her arrival,
especially after the fair commenced. Once or twice I had seen her come
in with traces of strange excitement in her face and manner. She gave no
account of herself, when questioned, more than to say she had been out
to see the town; but I, who watched her closely in spite of myself, saw
that she was pale, silent and preoccupied, for hours after these
excursions.
"This morning she came to me in a quiet, mysterious manner, which seemed
to spring out of suppressed excitement, and hesitating like a bashful
child, asked me to give her a little money. She wanted to buy some
ribbons for her hair, she said, but hated to ask the master or mistress
for money. The Spanish servants had a way of braiding the hair down the
back, and knotting it with bows of ribbon. She wanted to surprise the
mistress by the length of her own hair, that was why she came to me for
money.
"I gave her a napoleon, and in doing so my hand touched hers. It was
cold as snow, and shook nervously as I laid the gold in her palm. This
agitation surprised me, and I looked suddenly in her face to read the
cause there; but her eyes were cast down, and, but for a cold whiteness
about the mouth, I should have seen but little difference from her usual
manner.
"'Zillah,' I said, 'what is the matter that you look so white?'
"She started and cast a frightened look upon me, while a rush of crimson
swept her face like a stormy sunset.
"'So white?' she stammered. 'Do I look white?' Then she added quickly,
with a faded smile, so evidently forced that it was unpleasant to me,
'Miss Mabel forgets how ill I have been; I am not strong yet, and it
doesn't take much to tire me--I suppose I ran down stairs too quick.'
"She slipped the gold I had given her into her bosom, and thanking me
again for it, started away down the corridor. I had risen and was moving
to the door, intending to go to Mrs. Harrington's room to speak to her
for a moment, when Zillah came back.
"'Miss Mabel,' she said, speaking like a person who had been running, 'I
want to say something to you--don't be anxious, may be it is only my
foolishness--but I'm afraid the dear mistress isn't so well as you have
all thought.'
"'What makes you think that, Zillah?'
"'This morning, when I was dressing her, she had one of her old faint
attacks, but she made me promise not to tell. Oh! Miss Mabel, I was so
frightened--that was what made me look so strange when I came up. I
can't bear to think of it! My mistress, my dear mistress!'
"She was wringing her hands in a wild agitation that was not feigned,
and I did all that I could to comfort her, though this sad news unnerved
me almost as much as herself."