Five or six days after this， Mr. Lawrence paid us the honour of a call； and when he and I were alone together——which I contrived as soon as possible， by bringing him out to look at my cornstacks——he showed me another letter from his sister. This one he was quite willing to submit to my longing gaze： he thought， I suppose， it would do me good. The only answer it gave to my message was this：
`Mr. Markham is at liberty to make such revelations concerning me as he judges necessary. He will know that I should wish but little to be said on the subject. I hope he is well； but tell him he must not think of me.'
I can give you a few extracts from the rest of the letter， for I was permitted to keep this also——perhaps， as an antidote to all pernicious hopes and fancies.
He is decidedly better， but very low from the depressing effects of his severe illness and the strict regimen he is obliged to observe——so opposite to all his previous habits. It is deplorable to see how completely his past life has degenerated his once noble constitution， and vitiated the whole system of his organization. But the doctor says he may now be considered out of danger， if he will only continue to observe the necessary restrictions. Some stimulating cordials he must have， but they should be judiciously diluted and sparingly used； and I find it very difficult to keep him to this. At first， his extreme dread of death rendered the task an easy one； but in proportion as he feels his acute suffering abating and sees the danger receding， the more intractable he becomes. Now also， his appetite for food is beginning to return； and here too， his long habits of self-indulgence are greatly against him. I watch and restrain him as well as I can， and often get bitterly abused for my rigid severity； and sometimes he contrives to illude my vigilance， and sometimes acts in open opposition to my will. But he is now so completely reconciled to my attendance in general that he is never satisfied when I am not by his side. I am obliged to be a little stiff with him sometimes， or he would make a complete slave of me； and I know it would be unpardonable weakness to give up all other interests for him. I have the servants to overlook and my little Arthur to attend to，——and my own health too， all of which would be entirely neglected were I to satisfy his exorbitant demands. I do not generally sit up at nights， for I think the nurse who has made it her business， is better qualified for such undertakings than I am； but still， an unbroken night's rest is what I but seldom enjoy， and never can venture to reckon upon； for my patient makes no scruple of calling me up at any hour when his wants or his fancies require my presence. But he is manifestly afraid of my displeasure； and if at one time he tries my patience by his unreasonable exactions， and fretful complaints and reproaches， at another， he depresses me by his abject submission and deprecatory self-abasement when he fears he has gone too far. But all this I can readily pardon； I know it is chiefly the result of his enfeebled frame and disordered nerves——what annoys me the most， is his occasional attempts at affectionate fondness that I can neither credit nor return； not that I hate him： his sufferings and my own laborious care have given him some claim to my regard——to my affection even， if he would only be quiet and sincere， and content to let things remain as they are， but the more he tries to conciliate me the more I shrink from him and from the future.
`Helen， what do you mean to do when I get well？' he asked this morning. `Will you run away again？'
`It entirely depends upon your own conduct.'
`Oh， I'll be very good.'
`But if I find it necessary to leave you， Arthur， I shall not “run away：” you know I have your own promise that I may go whenever I please， and take my son with me.
`Oh， but you shall have no cause.' And then followed a variety of professions， which I rather coldly checked.
`Will you not forgive me then？' said he.
`Yes，——I have forgiven you； but I know you cannot love me as you once did——and I should be very sorry if you were to， for I could not pretend to return it： so let us drop the subject， and never recur to it again. By what I have done for you， you may judge of what I will do——if it be not incompatible with the higher duty I owe to my son （higher， because he never forfeited his claims， and because I hope to do more good to him than I can ever do to you）； and if you wish me to feel kindly towards you， it is deeds not words that must purchase my affection and esteem.
His sole reply to this was a slight grimace， and a scarcely perceptible shrug. Alas unhappy man！ words， with him， are so much cheaper than deeds； it was as if I had said， `Pounds， not pence， must buy the article you want.' And then he sighed a querulous， self-commiserating sigh， as if in pure regret that he， the loved and courted of so many worshippers， should be now abandoned to the mercy of a harsh， exacting， cold-hearted woman like that， and even glad of what kindness she chose to bestow.
`It's a pity， isn't it？' said I； and whether I rightly divined his musings or not， the observation chimed in with his thoughts， for he answered—— `It can't be helped，' with a rueful smile at my penetration.
I have seen Esther Hargrave twice. She is a charming creature， but her blithe spirit is almost broken， and her sweet temper almost spoiled， by the still unremitting persecutions of her mother， in behalf of her rejected suitor——not violent， but wearisome and unremitting like a continual dropping. The unnatural parent seems determined to make her daughter's life a burden if she will not yield to her desires.
`Mamma does all she can，' said she， `to make me feel myself a burden and incumbrance to the family， and the most ungrateful， selfish， and undutiful daughter that ever was born； and Walter， too， is as stern and cold， and haughty as if he hated me outright. I believe I should have yielded at once if I had known， from the beginning， how much resistance would have cost me； but now， for very obstinacy's sake， I will stand out！'
`A bad motive for a good resolve，' I answered. `But however， I know you have better motives， really， for your perseverance： and I counsel you to keep them still in view.'
`Trust me， I will. I threaten mamma sometimes， that I'll run away， and disgrace the family by earning my own livelihood， if she torments me any more； and then that frightens her a little. But I will do it， in good earnest， if they don't mind.'
`Be quiet and patient awhile，' said I， `and better times will come.'
Poor girl！ I wish somebody that was worthy to possess her would come and take her away——don't you， Frederick？
If the perusal of this letter filled me with dismay for Helen's future life and mine， there was one great source of consolation： it was now in my power to clear her name from every foul aspersion. The Millwards and the Wilsons should see with their own eyes， the bright sun bursting from the cloud——and they should be scorched and dazzled by its beams；——and my own friends too should see it——they whose suspicions had been such gall and wormwood' to my soul. To effect this， I had only to drop the seed into the ground， and it would soon become a stately， branching herb： a few words to my mother and sister， I knew， would suffice to spread the news throughout the whole neighbourhood， without any further exertion on my part.
Rose was delighted； and as soon as I had told her all I thought proper——which was all I affected to know——she flew with alacrity to put on her bonnet and shawl， and hasten to carry the glad tidings to the Millwards and Wilsons——glad tidings I suspect， to none but herself and Mary Millward——what steady， sensible girl， whose sterling worth had been so quickly perceived and duly valued by the supposed Mrs. Graham， in spite of her plain outside； and who， on her part， had been better able to see and appreciate that lady's true character and qualities than the brightest genius among them.
As I may never have occasion to mention her again， I may as well tell you here， that she was at this time privately engaged to Richard Wilson——secret， I believe to every one but their two selves. That worthy student was now at Cambridge， where his most exemplary conduct and his diligent perseverance in the pursuit of learning carried him safely through， and eventually brought him with hard-earned honours and an untarnished reputation， to the close of his collegiate career. In due time， he became Mr. Millward's first and only curate——for that gentleman's declining years forced him at last to acknowledge that the duties of his extensive parish were a little too much for those vaunted energies which he was wont to boast over his younger and less active brethren of the cloth. This was what the patient， faithful lovers had privately planned， and quietly waited for years ago； and in due time they were united， to the astonishment of the little world they lived in， that had long since declared them both born to single bIessedness； affirming it impossible that the pale， retiring bookworm should ever summon courage to seek a wife， or be able to obtain one if he did， and equally impossible that the plain-looking， plain-dealing， unattractive， unconciliating Miss Millward should ever find a husband.
They still continued to live at the vicarage， the lady dividing her time between her father， her husband， and their poor parishioners，——and subsequently， her rising family； and now that the Reverend Michael Millward has been gathered to his fathers， full of years and honours，' the Reverend Richard Wilson has succeeded him to the vicarage of Lindenhope， greatly to the satisfaction of its inhabitants， who had so long tried and fully proved his merits， and those of his excellent and well-loved partner.
If you are interested in the after fate of that lady's sister， I can only tell you——what perhaps you have heard from another quarter——that some twelve or thirteen years ago， she relieved the happy couple of her presence by marrying a wealthy tradesman of L ； and I don't envy him his bargain. I fear she leads him a rather uncomfortable life， though， happily he is too dull to perceive the extent of his misfortune. I have little enough to do with her myself： we have not met for many years； but， I am well assured， she has not yet forgotten or forgiven either her former lover or the lady whose superior qualities first opened his eyes to the folly of his boyish attachment.