been able to think of nothing else but Jasper—terrible to quit the house which contains him for an hour—only when Dr. F. told me that he was attending you, that you were ill and suffering, I resolved to add to this packet Jasper's own confession. Ah, and he gave it so readily, and went yesterday through the fatigue of writing with such good heart. I tell you that there is a change within him; there is—there is! Well, well—I resolved to give you the packet to transmit to Mr. Darrell; for somehow or other I connected your illness with your visit to him at Fawley!"
"My visit to Mr. Darrell!"
"Jasper saw you as your carriage drove from the park gate not very many days since. Ah, you change color! You have wronged that man; repair the wrong; you have the power!"
"Alas! no," murmured Caroline, "I have not the power."
"Pooh—he loves you still. You are not one of those whom men forget."
Caroline was silent, but involuntarily she lowered her veil. In an instant the acute sense of the grim woman detected the truth.
"Ah! Pride—pride in both," she said. "I understand—I dare not blame him here. But you—you were the injurer; you have no right to pride; you will see him again!"
"No—never—never!" faltered Caroline, with accents scarcely audible under her veil.
Arabella was silent for a moment, and Lady Montfort rose hastily to depart.
"You will see him again, I tell you;" and Arabella then, following her to the door—
"Stay; do you think he will die?"
"Good Heavens! Mr. Darrell?"
"No, no—Jasper Losely!"
"I hope not. What does Dr. F. say?"
"He will not tell me. But it is not the paralysis alone; he might recover from that—so young still. There are other symptoms; that dreadful habit of stimulants. He sinks if he has them not—they hasten death if he has. But—but—but—He is mine, and mine only, to the grave now!"
