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Jesus is coming for me。〃
〃Afraid to go！ Indeed I hope not； my gentle boy。 You are going to God to happiness。 A few yearswe know not how fewand we shall all come to you。〃
〃Yes； you will be sure to come； I know that。 I shall tell mamma so。 I dare say she is looking out for me now。 Perhaps she's standing on the banks of the river； watching the boats。〃
He had evidently got that picture of Martin's in his mind； 〃The Plains of Heaven。〃 Mr。 Carlyle turned to the table。 He saw some strawberry juice； pressed from the fresh fruit； and moistened with it the boy's fevered lips。
〃Papa； I can't think how Jesus can be in all the boats！ Perhaps they don't go quite at the same time。 He must be； you know； because He comes to fetch us。〃
〃He will be yours； darling；〃 was the whispered； fervent answer。
〃Oh； yes。 He will take me all the way up to God； and say； 'Here's a poor little boy come； you must please to forgive him and let him go into Heaven； because I died for him！' Papa did you know that mamma's heart broke？〃
〃William； I think it likely that your poor mamma's heart did break； ere death came。 But let us talk of you； not of her。 Are you in pain？〃
〃I can't breathe； I can't swallow。 I wish Joyce was here。〃
〃She will not be long now。〃
The boy nestled himself in his father's arms； and in a few minutes appeared to be asleep。 Mr。 Carlyle； after a while； gently laid him on his pillow； and watched him； and then turned to depart。
〃Oh； papa！ Papa！〃 he cried out； in a tone of painful entreaty； opening wide his yearning eyes； 〃say good…bye to me！〃
Mr。 Carlyle's tears fell upon the little upturned face； as he once more caught it to his breast。
〃My darling； your papa will soon be back。 He is going to bring mamma to see you。〃
〃And pretty little baby Anna？〃
〃And baby Anna； if you would like her to come in。 I will not leave my darling boy for long； he need not fear。 I shall not leave you again to…night； William； when once I am back。〃
〃Then put me down； and go； papa。〃
A lingering embracea fond； lingering； tearful embraceMr。 Carlyle holding him to his beating heart； then he laid him comfortably on his pillow； gave him a teaspoonful of strawberry juice； and hastened away。
〃Good…bye； papa！〃 came forth the little feeble cry。
It was not heard。 Mr。 Carlyle was gone； gone from his living child forever。 Up rose Lady Isabel； and flung her arms aloft in a storm of sobs！
〃Oh； William； darling！ in this dying moment let me be to you as your mother！〃
Again he unclosed his wearied eyelids。 It is probable that he only partially understood。
〃Papa's gone for her。〃
〃Not /her/！ II〃 Lady Isabel checked herself； and fell sobbing on the bed。 No； not even at the last hour when the world was closing on him； dared she say； I am your mother。
Wilson re…entered。 〃He looks as if he were dropping off to sleep；〃 quoth she。
〃Yes；〃 said Lady Isabel。 〃You need not wait； Wilson。 I will ring if he requires anything。〃
Wilson though withal not a bad…hearted woman； was not one to remain for pleasure in a sick…room； if told she might leave it。 She； Lady Isabel； remained alone。 She fell on her knees again； this time in prayer for the departing spirit； on its wing； and that God would mercifully vouchsafe herself a resting…place with it in heaven。
A review of the past then rose up before her； from the time of her first entering that house； the bride of Mr。 Carlyle； to her present sojourn in it。 The old scenes passed through her mind like the changing picture in a phantasmagoria。
Why should they have come； there and then？ She knew not。
William slept on silently； /she/ thought of the past。 The dreadful reflection； 〃If I had not done as I did； how different would it have been now！〃 had been sounding its knell in her heart so often that she had almost ceased to shudder at it。 The very nails of her hands had； before now； entered the palms； with the sharp pain it brought。 Stealing over her more especially this night； there； as she knelt； her head lying on the counterpane； came the recollection of that first illness of hers。 How she had lain； and； in that unfounded jealousy； imagined Barbara the house's mistress。 She dead！ Barbara exalted to her place。 Mr。 Carlyle's wife； her child's stepmother！ She recalled the day when； her mind excited by a certain gossip of Wilson'sit was previously in a state of fever bordering on deliriumshe had prayed her husband； in terror and anguish； not to marry Barbara。 〃How could he marry her？〃 he had replied； in his soothing pity。 〃She； Isabel； was his wife。 Who was Barbara？ Nothing to them？〃 But it had all come to pass。 /She/ had brought it forth。 Not Mr。 Carlyle； not Barbara； she alone。 Oh； the dreadful misery of the retrospect！
Lost in thought； in anguish past and present； in self…condemning repentance； the time passed on。 Nearly an hour must have elapsed since Mr。 Carlyle's departure； and William had not disturbed her。 But who was this； coming into the room？ Joyce。
She hastily rose up； as Joyce； advancing with a quiet step drew aside the clothes to look at William。 〃Master says he has been wanting me；〃 she observed。 〃Whyoh！〃
It was a sharp； momentary cry； subdued as soon as uttered。 Madame Vine sprang forward to Joyce's side； looking also。 The pale young face lay calm in its utter stillness； the busy little heart had ceased to beat。 Jesus Christ had indeed come and taken the fleeting spirit。
Then she lost all self…control。 She believed that she had reconciled herself to the child's death； that she could part with him without too great emotion。 But she had not anticipated it would be quite so soon； she had deemed that some hours more would at least be given him； and now the storm overwhelmed her。 Crying； sobbing； calling； she flung herself upon him； she clasped him to her； she dashed off her disguising glasses； she laid her face upon his； beseeching him to come back to her； that she might say farewellto her； his mother； her darling child； her lost William！
Joyce was terrifiedterrified for consequences。 With her full strength she pulled her from the boy； praying her to considerto be still。 〃Do not； do not； for the love of Heaven！ /My lady！ My lady！/〃
It was the old familiar title that struck upon her fears and induced calmness。 She stared at Joyce； and retreated backward； after the manner of one receding from some hideous vision。 Then； as recollection came to her； she snatched her glasses up and hurried them on。
〃My lady； let me take you into your room。 Mr。 Carlyle is come； he is just bringing up his wife。 Only think if you should give way before him！ Pray come away！〃
〃How did you know me？〃 she asked in a hollow voice。
〃My lady； it was that night when there was an alarm of fire。 I went close up to you to take Master Archibald from your arms； and； as sure as I am now standing here； I believe that for the moment my senses left me。 I thought I saw a spectrethe spectre of my dead lady。 I forgot the present； I forgot that all were standing round me； that you； Madame Vine； were alive before me。 Your face was not disguised then； the moonlight shone full upon it； and I knew it； after the first few moments of terror； to be； in dreadful truth； the /living/ one of Lady Isabel。 My lady； come away！ We shall have Mr。 Carlyle here。〃
Poor thing！ She sank upon her knees； in her humility； her dread。 〃Oh； Joyce； have pity upon me！ don't betray me！ I will leave the house； indeed I will。 Don't betray me while I am in it！〃
〃My lady； you have nothing to fear from me。 I have kept the secret buried within my breast since then。 Last April！ It has nearly been too much for me。 By night and by day I have had no peace； dreading what might come out。 Think of the awful confusion； the consequences； should it come to the knowledge of Mr。 and Mrs。 Carlyle。 Indeed； my lady； you never ought to have come。〃
〃Joyce；〃 she said； hollowly； lifting her haggard face； 〃I could not keep away from my unhappy children。 Is it no punishment to /me/； think you； the being here？〃 she added； vehemently。 〃To see himmy husband the husband of another！ It is killing me。〃
〃Oh； my lady； come away！ I hear him； I hear him！〃
Partly coaxing； partly dragging her； Joyce took her into her own room； and left her there。 Mr。 Carlyle was at that moment at the door of the sick one。 Joyce sprang forward。 Her face； in her emotion and fear； was of one livid whiteness； and she shook as William had shaken； poor child； in the afternoon。 It was only too apparent in the well…lighted corridor。
〃Joyce；〃 he exclaimed； in amazement； 〃what ails you？〃
〃Sir！ master！〃 she panted； 〃be prepared。 Master WilliamMaster William〃
〃Joyce！ Not /dead/！〃
〃Alas； yes； sir！〃
Mr。 Carlyle strode into the chamber。 But ere he was well across it； he turned back to slip the bolt of the door。 On the pillow lay the white； thin face； at rest now。
〃My boy！ my boy！ Oh； my God！〃 he murmured； in bowed reverence； 〃mayest Thou have received this child to rest in Jesus； even as； I trust； Thou hadst already received his unhappy mother！〃
CHAPTER XLIV。
LORD VANE DATING FORWARD。
To the burial of William Carlyle came Lord Mount Severn and his son。 Wilson had been right in her surmises as to the resting…place。 The Carlyle vault was opened for him； and an