Abbot's Ghost by Louisa May Alcott

Author:Louisa May Alcott
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Miracles

Great was the confusion and alarm that reigned for many minutes, but when the panic subsided, two miracles appeared.

Octavia was entirely uninjured, and Treherne was standing on his feet, a thing that for months he had not done without crutches. In the excitement of the moment, no one observed the wonder; all were crowding about the girl, who, pale and breathless but now self-possessed, was the first to exclaim, pointing to her cousin, who had drawn himself up, with the help of his chair and leaned there smiling, with a face full of intense delight.

"Look at Maurice! Oh, Jasper, help him or he'll fall!"

Sir Jasper sprung to his side and put a strong arm about him, while a chorus of wonder, sympathy, and congratulations rose about them.

"Why, lad, what does it mean? Have you been deceiving us all this time?" cried Jasper, as Treherne leaned on him, looking exhausted but truly happy.

"It means that I am not to be a cripple all my life; that they did not deceive me when they said a sudden shock might electrify me with a more potent magnetism than any they could apply It has, and if I am cured I owe it all to you, Octavia."

He stretched his hands to her with a gesture of such passionate gratitude that the girl covered her face to hide its traitorous tenderness, and My Lady went to him, saying brokenly, as she embraced him with maternal warmth, "God bless you for this act, Maurice and reward you with a perfect cure. To you I owe the lives of both my children. How can I thank you as I ought?"

"I dare not tell you yet," he whispered eagerly, then added, "I am growing faint, aunt. Get me away before I make a scene."

This hint recalled My Lady to her usual state of dignified self-possession. Bidding Jasper and the major help Treherne to his room without delay, she begged Rose to comfort her sister, who was sobbing hysterically, and as they all obeyed her, she led her daughter away to her own apartment, for the festivities of the evening were at an end.

At the same time Mrs. Snowdon and Annon bade My Lady goodnight, as if they also were about to retire, but as they reached the door of the gallery, Mrs. Snowdon paused and beckoned Annon back. They were alone now, and, standing before the fire that had so nearly made that Christmas Eve a tragical one, she turned to him with a face full of interest and sympathy as she said, nodding toward the blackened shreds of Octavia's dress and the scorched tiger skin that lay still at their feet, "That was both a fortunate and an unfortunate little affair, but I fear Maurice's gain will be your loss. Pardon my frankness for Octavia's sake; she is a fine creature, and I long to see her given to one worthy of her. I am a woman to read faces quickly; I know that your suit does not prosper as you would have it, and I desire to help you.

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