She says it with a kind of scorn though not of Rosa and sits brooding, looking dreamily at her.
Do you think, Rosa, you are any relief or comfort to me? Do you suppose your being young and natural, and fond of me and grateful to me, makes it any pleasure to me to have you near me?
I dont know, my Lady; I can scarcely hope so. But, with all my heart, I wish it was so.
It is so, little one.
The pretty face is checked in its flush of pleasure, by the dark expression on the handsome face before it. It looks timidly for an explanation.
And if I were to say to-day, Go! Leave me! I should say what would give me great pain and disquiet, child, and what would leave me very solitary.
My Lady! Have I offended you?
In nothing. Come here.
Rosa bends down on the footstool at my Ladys feet. My Lady, with that motherly touch of the famous Ironmaster night, lays her hand upon her dark hair, and gently keeps it there.
I told you, Rosa, that I wished you to be happy, and that I would make you so if I could make anybody happy on this earth. I can not. There are reasons now known to me, reasons in which you have no part, rendering it far better for you that you should not remain here. You must not remain here. I have determined that you shall not. I have written to the father of your lover, and he will be here to-day. All this I have done for your sake.
The weeping girl covers her hand with kisses, and says what shall she do, what shall she do, when they are separated! Her mistress kisses her on the cheek, and makes no other answer.
Now, be happy, child, under better circumstances. Be beloved, and happy!
Ah, my Lady, I have sometimes thought forgive my being so free that you are not happy.
Will you be more so, when you have sent me away? Pray, pray, think again. Let me stay a little while!
I have said, my child, that what I do, I do for your sake, not my own. It is done. What I am towards you, Rosa, is what I am now not what I shall be a little while hence. Remember this, and keep my confidence. Do so much for my sake, and thus all ends between us!
She detaches herself from her simple-hearted companion, and leaves the room. Late in the afternoon, when she next appears upon the staircase, she is in her haughtiest and coldest state. As indifferent as if all passion, feeling, and interest, had been worn out in the earlier ages of the world, and had perished from its surface with its other departed monsters.
Mercury has announced Mr Rouncewell, which is the cause of her appearance. Mr Rouncewell is not in the library; but she repairs to the library. Sir Leicester is there, and she wishes to speak to him first.
Sir Leicester, I am desirous but you are engaged.
O dear no! Not at all. Only Mr Tulkinghorn.
Always at hand. Haunting every place. No relief or security from him for a moment.
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