Shirley

complimented me two minutes since on my powerful mind.«
    »You are very womanish. If the whole affair were coolly examined and discussed, I feel assured it would turn out that there is no danger of your dying at all.«
    »Amen! I am very willing to live, if it please God. I have felt life sweet.«
    »How can it be otherwise than sweet with your endowments and nature? Do you truly expect that you will be seized with hydrophobia, and die raving mad?«
    »I
expect
it, and have
feared
it. Just now, I fear nothing.«
    »Nor do I, on your account. I doubt whether the smallest particle of virus mingled with your blood: and if it did, let me assure you that – young, healthy, faultlessly sound as you are – no harm will ensue. For the rest, I shall inquire whether the dog was really mad. I hold she was not mad.«
    »Tell nobody that she bit me.«
    »Why should I, when I believe the bite innocuous as a cut of this penknife? Make yourself easy:
I
am easy, though I value your life as much as I do my own chance of happiness in eternity. Look up.«
    »Why, Mr. Moore?«
    »I wish to see if you are cheered. Put your work down: raise your head.«
    »There –«
    »Look at me. Thank you! And is the cloud broken?«
    »I fear nothing.«
    »Is your mind restored to its own natural sunny clime?«
    »I am very content: but I want your promise.«
    »Dictate.«
    »You know, in case the worst I
have
feared should happen, they will smother me. You need not smile: they will – they always do. My uncle will be full of horror, weakness, precipitation; and that is the only expedient which will suggest itself to him. Nobody in the house will be self-possessed but you: now promise to befriend me – to keep Mr. Sympson away from me – not to let Henry come near, lest I should hurt him. Mind –
mind
that you take care of yourself, too: but I shall not injure you, I know I shall not. Lock the chamber-door against the surgeons – turn them out, if they get in. Let neither the young nor the old MacTurk lay a finger on me; nor Mr. Graves, their colleague; and, lastly, if I give trouble, with your own hand administer to me a strong narcotic: such a sure dose of laudanum as shall leave no mistake.
Promise to do this.
«
    Moore left his desk, and permitted himself the recreation of one or two turns through the room. Stopping behind Shirley's chair, he bent over her, and said, in a low, emphatic voice, –
    »I promise all you ask – without comment, without reservation.«
    »If female help is needed, call in my housekeeper, Mrs. Gill: let her lay me out, if I die. She is attached to me. She wronged me again and again, and again and again I forgave her. She now loves me, and would not defraud me of a pin: confidence has made her honest; forbearance has made her kindhearted. At this day, I can trust both her integrity, her courage, and her affection. Call her; but keep my good aunt and my timid cousins away. Once more, promise.«
    »I promise.«
    »That is good in you,« she said, looking up at him as he bent above her, and smiling.
    »Is it good? Does it comfort?«
    »Very much.«
    »I will be with you – I and Mrs. Gill only – in any, in every extremity where calm and fidelity are needed. No rash or coward hand shall meddle.«
    »Yet you think me childish?«
    »I do.«
    »Ah! you despise me.«
    »Do we despise children?«
    »In fact, I am neither so strong, nor have I such pride in my strength, as people think, Mr. Moore; nor am I so regardless of sympathy; but when I have any grief, I fear to impart it to those I love, lest it should pain them; and to those whom I view with indifference, I cannot condescend to complain. After all, you should not taunt me with being childish; for if you were as unhappy as I have been for the last three weeks, you too would want some friend.«
    »We all want a friend, do we not?«
    »All of us that have anything good in our natures.«
    »Well, you have Caroline Helstone.«
    »Yes. ... And you have Mr. Hall.«
    »Yes. ... Mrs. Pryor is a wise, good woman: she can counsel you when you need counsel.«
    »For your part, you have your brother Robert.«
    »For any right-hand defections, there is the Rev Matthewson Helstone, M.A., to lean upon; for any left-hand fallings off, there is Hiram Yorke, Esq. Both elders pay you homage.«
    »I never saw Mrs. Yorke so motherly to any young man as she is to you. I don't know how you have won her heart; but she is more tender to you than she is to her own sons. You have, besides,