CHAPTER XX

The night was tempestuous, and, though the moon was now rising, her

light was every moment obscured by dark clouds, discharging frequent

and heavy showers of rain, accompanied by furious gusts of wind. After

walking near a mile we entered upon a wide heath, which afforded no

shelter from the weather. I perceived my companion's steps began to grow

feeble, and his voice faint. The moon suddenly emerging from a thick

cloud, I observed his countenance, and methought his features seemed

familiar to me; but they were overspread by a pallid and death-like hue.

He stopped suddenly--

'I am very ill,' said he, in a tone of voice that penetrated into my

soul, 'and can proceed no further.'

He sunk upon the turf. Seating myself beside him, while his head fell

on my shoulder, I threw around him my supporting arms. His temples were

bedewed with a cold sweat, and he appeared to be in expiring agonies. A

violent sickness succeeded, followed by an hemorrhage.

'Gracious God!' I exclaimed, 'you have broken a blood vessel!'

'I fear so,' he replied. 'I have felt strangely disordered since the

blow I received from the pole of the carriage; but, till this moment, I

have not been at leisure to attend to my sensations.'

'Do not talk,' cried I, wildly; 'do not exhaust yourself.'

Again the clouds gathered; an impetuous gust of wind swept over the

heath, and the rain fell in torrents. Unconscious of what I did, I

clasped the stranger to my throbbing bosom,--the coldness of death

seemed upon him--I wrapped my shawl around him, vainly attempting

to screen him from the piercing blast. He spake not; my terrified

imagination already represented him as a lifeless corpse; I sat

motionless for some minutes, in the torpor of despair.

From this horrible situation, I was, at length, roused, by the sound

of a distant team: breathless, I listened for a few moments; I again

distinctly heard it wafted upon the wind; when, gently reclining my

charge on the grass, I started from the ground, and ran swiftly towards

the highway. The sound approached, and the clouds once more breaking,

and discovering a watery moon-light gleam, I perceived, with joy, a

waggon loaded with hay. I bounded over a part of the turf that still

separated me from the road, and accosting the driver, explained to

him, in a few words, as much of my situation as was necessary; and,

entreating his assistance, allured him by the hope of a reward.

We returned to my patient; he raised his head on my approach, and

attempted to speak; but, enjoining him silence, he took my hand, and, by

a gentle pressure, expressed his sense of my cares more eloquently than

by words. I assisted the countryman in supporting him to the road. We

prepared for him, in the waggon, a soft bed of hay, upon which we placed

him; and, resting his head on my lap, we proceeded gently to the nearest

village. On our arrival at an indifferent inn, I ordered a bed to be

immediately prepared for him, and sent a man and horse express, to the

next town, for medical assistance: at the same time, relating in brief

the accidents of the night, I dispatched a carriage for the relief of

Montague, who was conveyed, according to his wishes, to the house of his

father.

Notwithstanding all my precautions, the moving brought on a relapse of

the alarming symptoms; the discharge of blood returned with aggravated

violence, and, when the physician arrived, there appeared in the

unfortunate sufferer but little signs of life; but by the application of

styptics and cordials he once more began to revive; and, about five in

the morning, I was prevailed on, by the joint efforts of the landlady

and the humane Dr----, to resign my seat at the bed's head to a careful

servant, and to recruit my exhausted strength by a few hours' repose.

The vivid impressions, which had so rapidly succeeded each other in my

mind, for some time kept me waking, in a state of feverish agitation;

but my harrassed spirits were at length relieved by wearied nature's

kind restorer, and I slept for four hours profoundly.

On waking, my first enquiry was after my companion, in whose state I

felt an unusual degree of interest; and I heard, with pleasure, that

the hemorrhage had not returned; that he had rested with apparent

tranquillity, and appeared revived. I dressed myself hastily, and

passed into his apartment: he faintly smiled on perceiving my approach,

and gave me his hand.--The physician had ordered him to be kept quiet,

and I would not suffer him to speak; but, contemplating more attentively

his countenance, which had the night before struck me with a confused

recollection--what were my emotions, on tracing the beloved features of

Augustus Harley! His resemblance, not only to the portrait, but to his

mother, could not, as I thought, be mistaken. A universal trembling

seized me--I hastened out of the apartment with tottering steps, and

shutting myself into my chamber, a tide of melancholy emotions gushed

upon my heart. I wept, without knowing wherefore, tears half delicious,

half agonizing! Quickly coming to myself, I returned to the chamber of

my patient, (now more tenderly endeared) which, officiating as a nurse

for five days, I never quitted, except to take necessary rest and

refreshment.

I had written to Mr Morton a minute account of all that happened, merely

suppressing the name of my deliverer: to this letter I received no reply;

but had the pleasure of hearing, on the return of my messenger (who was

commissioned to make enquiries), that Mrs Harley had suffered no return

of her disorder, and was daily acquiring health and strength--I feared,

yet, to acquaint her with the situation of her son; not only on the

account of her own late critical situation, but, also, lest any sudden

agitation of spirits from the arrival of his mother, might, in his

present weak state, be fatal to Augustus.

I now redoubled for him my cares and attentions: he grew hourly better;

and, when permitted to converse, expressed in lively terms his grateful

sense of my kindness. Ah! why did I misconstrue these emotions, so

natural in such circumstances--why did I flatter my heart with the

belief of a sympathy which did not, could not, exist!

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