Another Thing Needful
LOUISA AWOKE from a torpor, and her eyes languidly opened on her old bed at home, and her old room. It seemed, at first, as if all that had happened since the days when these objects were familiar to her were the shadows of a dream; but gradually, as the objects became more real to her sight, the events became more real to her mind.
She could scarcely move her head for pain and heaviness, her eyes were strained and sore, and she was very weak. A curious passive inattention had such possession of her, that the presence of her little sister in the room did not attract her notice for some time. Even when their eyes had met, and her sister had approached the bed, Louisa lay for minutes looking at her in silence, and suffering her timidly to hold her passive hand, before she asked:
When was I brought to this room?
Last night, Louisa.
Who brought me here?
Sissy, I believe.
Why do you believe so?
Because I found her here this morning. She didnt come to my bedside to wake me, as she always does; and I went to look for her. She was not in her own room either; and I went looking for her all over the house, until I found her here taking care of you and cooling your head. Will you see father? Sissy said I was to tell him when you woke.
What a beaming face you have, Jane! said Louisa, as her young sister timidly still bent down to kiss her.
Have I? I am very glad you think so. I am sure it must be Sissys doing.
The arm Louisa had begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself. You can tell father if you will. Then, staying her for a moment, she said, It was you who made my room so cheerful, and gave it this look of welcome?
Oh no, Louisa, it was done before I came. It was
Louisa turned upon her pillow, and heard no more. When her sister had withdrawn, she turned her head back again, and lay with her face towards the door, until it opened and her father entered.
He had a jaded anxious look upon him, and his hand, usually steady, trembled in hers. He sat down at the side of the bed, tenderly asking how she was, and dwelling on the necessity of her keeping very quiet after her agitation and exposure to the weather last night. He spoke in a subdued and troubled voice, very different from his usual dictatorial manner; and was often at a loss for words.
My dear Louisa. My poor daughter. He was so much at a loss at that place, that he stopped altogether. He tried again.
My unfortunate child. The place was so difficult to get over, that he tried again.
It would be hopeless for me, Louisa, to endeavour to tell you how overwhelmed I have been, and still am, by what broke upon me last night. The ground on which I stand has ceased to be solid under my feet. The only support on which I leaned, and the strength of which it seemed, and still does seem, impossible to question, has given way in an instant. I am stunned by these discoveries. I have no selfish meaning in what I say; but I find the shock of what broke upon me last night, to be very heavy indeed.
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