Ah, she little dreams of his danger now;
or, if prayer and intercession could avail, my husband
should yet live, and this terrible struggle at my heart
would be no more."
Overcome by her emotion, the unfortunate woman suffered
her aching head to droop upon the edge of the bed, and
her sobbing became so painfully violent, that all who
heard her expected, at every moment, some fatal termination
to her immoderate grief. Charles de Haldimar was little
less affected; and his sorrow was the more bitter, as he
had just proved the utter inefficacy of any thing in the
shape of appeal to his inflexible father.
"Mrs. Halloway, my dear Mrs. Halloway, compose yourself,"
said Captain Blessington, now approaching, and endeavouring
to raise her gently from the floor, on which she still
knelt, while her hands even more firmly grasped that of
De Haldimar. "You are ill, very ill, and the consequences
of this dreadful excitement may be fatal. Be advised by
me, and retire. I have desired my room to be prepared
for you, and Sergeant Wilmot's wife shall remain with
you as long as you may require it."
"No, no, no!" she again exclaimed with energy; "what care
I for my own wretched life--my beloved and unhappy husband
is to die.
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