"Oh fie, Miss!" said Bessie.

The good apothecary appeared a little puzzled. I was standing

before him; he fixed his eyes on me very steadily: his eyes were

small and grey; not very bright, but I dare say I should think them

shrewd now: he had a hard-featured yet good-natured looking face.

Having considered me at leisure, he said "What made you ill yesterday?"

"She had a fall," said Bessie, again putting in her word.

"Fall! why, that is like a baby again! Can't she manage to walk at

her age? She must be eight or nine years old."

"I was knocked down," was the blunt explanation, jerked out of me by

another pang of mortified pride; "but that did not make me ill," I

added; while Mr. Lloyd helped himself to a pinch of snuff.

As he was returning the box to his waistcoat pocket, a loud bell

rang for the servants' dinner; he knew what it was. "That's for

you, nurse," said he; "you can go down; I'll give Miss Jane a

lecture till you come back."

Bessie would rather have stayed, but she was obliged to go, because

punctuality at meals was rigidly enforced at Gateshead Hall.

"The fall did not make you ill; what did, then?" pursued Mr. Lloyd

when Bessie was gone.

"I was shut up in a room where there is a ghost till after dark."

I saw Mr. Lloyd smile and frown at the same time.

"Ghost! What, you are a baby after all! You are afraid of ghosts?"

"Of Mr. Reed's ghost I am: he died in that room, and was laid out

there. Neither Bessie nor any one else will go into it at night, if

they can help it; and it was cruel to shut me up alone without a

candle,--so cruel that I think I shall never forget it."

"Nonsense! And is it that makes you so miserable? Are you afraid

now in daylight?"

"No: but night will come again before long: and besides,--I am

unhappy,--very unhappy, for other things."

"What other things? Can you tell me some of them?"

How much I wished to reply fully to this question! How difficult it

was to frame any answer! Children can feel, but they cannot analyse

their feelings; and if the analysis is partially effected in

thought, they know not how to express the result of the process in

words. Fearful, however, of losing this first and only opportunity

of relieving my grief by imparting it, I, after a disturbed pause,

contrived to frame a meagre, though, as far as it went, true

response.




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