"My poor Gerard," said Margaret, "forgive me that I spoke so to thee.I am but a woman, and would have spared thee a sight will make thee weep." She burst into tears."Ah, me!" she cried, weeping, "that I cannot keep grief from thee; there is a great sorrow before my darling, and this time I shall not be able to come and dry his eyes.""Let it come, Margaret, so it touch not thee," said Gerard, trembling.
"Dearest," said Margaret solemnly, "call now religion to thine aid and mine.I must have died before thee one day, or else outlived thee and so died of grief.""Died? thou die? I will never let thee die.Where is thy pain?
What is thy trouble?"
"The plague," she said calmly.Gerard uttered a cry of horror, and started to his feet; she read his thought."Useless," said she quietly."My nose hath bled; none ever yet survived to whom that came along with the plague.Bring no fools hither to babble over the body they cannot save.I am but a woman; I love not to be stared at; let none see me die but thee."And even with this a convulsion seized her, and she remained sensible but speechless a long time.
And now for the first time Gerard began to realize the frightful truth, and he ran wildly to and fro, and cried to Heaven for help, as drowning men cry to their fellow-creatures.She raised herself on her arm, and set herself to quiet him.
She told him she had known the torture of hopes and fears, and was resolved to spare him that agony."I let my mind dwell too much on the danger," said she, "and so opened my brain to it, through which door when this subtle venom enters it makes short work.Ishall not be spotted or loathsome, my poor darling; God is good, and spares thee that; but in twelve hours I shall be a dead woman.
Ah, look not so, but be a man; be a priest! Waste not one precious minute over my body! it is doomed; but comfort my parting soul."Gerard, sick and cold at heart, kneeled down, and prayed for help from Heaven to do his duty.
When he rose from his knees his face was pale and old, but deadly calm and patient.He went softly and brought her bed into the room, and laid her gently down and supported her head with pillows.Then he prayed by her side the prayers for the dying, and she said Amen to each prayer.Then for some hours she wandered, but when the fell disease had quite made sure of its prey, her mind cleared, and she begged Gerard to shrive her."For oh, my conscience it is laden," she said sadly.
"Confess thy sins to me, my daughter: let there be no reserve.""My father," said she sadly, "I have one great sin on my breast this many years.E'en now that death is at my heart I can scarce own it.But the Lord is debonair; if thou wilt pray to Him, perchance He may forgive me.""Confess it first, my daughter."
"I - alas!"
"Confess it!"
"I deceived thee.This many years I have deceived thee."Here tears interrupted her speech.
"Courage, my daughter, courage," said Gerard kindly, overpowering the lover in the priest.
She hid her face in her hands, and with many sighs told him it was she who had broken down the hermit's cave with the help of Jorian Ketel, "I, shallow, did it but to hinder thy return thither; but when thou sawest therein the finger of God, I played the traitress, and said, 'While he thinks so, he will ne'er leave Gouda manse;' and I held my tongue.Oh, false heart.""Courage, my daughter; thou dost exaggerate a trivial fault.""Ah, but 'tis not all, The birds."
"Well?"
"They followed thee not to Gouda by miracle, but by my treason.Isaid, he will ne'er be quite happy without his birds that visited him in his cell; and I was jealous of them, and cried, and said, these foul little things, they are my child's rivals.And I bought loaves of bread, and Jorian and me we put crumbs at the cave door, and thence went sprinkling them all the way to the manse, and there a heap.And my wiles succeeded, and they came, and thou wast glad, and I was pleased to see thee glad; and when thou sawest in my guile the finger of Heaven, wicked, deceitful, I did hold my tongue.But die deceiving thee? ah, no, I could not.Forgive me if thou canst; I was but a woman; I knew no better at the time.'Twas writ in my bosom with a very sunbeam.''Tis good for him to bide at Gouda manse,'""Forgive thee, sweet innocent?" sobbed Gerard; "what have I to forgive? Thou hadst a foolish froward child to guide to his own weal, and didst all this for the best, I thank thee and bless thee.But as thy confessor, all deceit is ill in Heaven's pure eyes.Therefore thou hast done well to confess and report it; and even on thy confession and penitence the Church through me absolves thee.Pass to thy graver faults.""My graver faults? Alas! alas! Why, what have I done to compare? Iam not an ill woman, not a very ill one.If He can forgive me deceiving thee, He can well forgive me all the rest ever I did."Being gently pressed, she said she was to blame not to have done more good in the world."I have just begun to do a little," she said, "and now I must go.But I repine not, since 'tis Heaven's will, only I am so afeard thou wilt miss me." And at this she could not restrain her tears, though she tried hard.
Gerard struggled with his as well as he could; and knowing her life of piety, purity, and charity, and seeing that she could not in her present state realise any sin but her having deceived him, gave her full absolution, Then he put the crucifix in her hand, and while he consecrated the oil, bade her fix her mind neither on her merits nor her demerits, but on Him who died for her on the tree.
She obeyed him with a look of confiding love and submission.
And he touched her eyes with the consecrated oil, and prayed aloud beside her.
Soon after she dosed.
He watched beside her, more dead than alive himself.
When the day broke she awoke, and seemed to acquire some energy.