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ok；〃 she said； 〃let me hear what it is。 Surely we trust each other？ I have done my best to set the example； at any rate。〃
Mirabel seemed to be at a loss for a reply。
While he was hesitating； the station…master passed the door。 Emily asked him to direct her to the house in which Mrs。 Rook had been received。 He led the way to the end of the platform； and pointed to the house。 Emily and Mrs。 Ellmother immediately left the station。 Mirabel accompanied them； still remonstrating； still raising obstacles。
The house door was opened by an old man。 He looked reproachfully at Mirabel。 〃You have been told already；〃 he said； 〃that no strangers are to see my wife？〃
Encouraged by discovering that the man was Mr。 Rook； Emily mentioned her name。 〃Perhaps you may have heard Mrs。 Rook speak of me；〃 she added。
〃I've heard her speak of you oftentimes。〃
〃What does the doctor say？〃
〃He thinks she may get over it。 She doesn't believe him。〃
〃Will you say that I am anxious to see her； if she feels well enough to receive me？〃
Mr。 Rook looked at Mrs。 Ellmother。 〃Are there two of you wanting to go upstairs？〃 he inquired。
〃This is my old friend and servant；〃 Emily answered。 〃She will wait for me down here。〃
〃She can wait in the parlor； the good people of this house are well known to me。〃 He pointed to the parlor doorand then led the way to the first floor。 Emily followed him。 Mirabel； as obstinate as ever； followed Emily。
Mr。 Rook opened a door at the end of the landing； and； turning round to speak to Emily； noticed Mirabel standing behind her。 Without making any remarks； the old man pointed significantly down the stairs。 His resolution was evidently immovable。 Mirabel appealed to Emily to help him。
〃She will see me； if _you_ ask her；〃 he said； 〃Let me wait here？〃
The sound of his voice was instantly followed by a cry from the bed…chambera cry of terror。
Mr。 Rook hurried into the room； and closed the door。 In less than a minute； he opened it again； with doubt and horror plainly visible in his face。 He stepped up to Mirabeleyed him with the closest scrutinyand drew back again with a look of relief。
〃She's wrong；〃 he said； 〃you are not the man。〃
This strange proceeding startled Emily。
〃What man do you mean？〃 she asked。
Mr。 Rook took no notice of the question。 Still looking at Mirabel； he pointed down the stairs once more。 With vacant eyesmoving mechanically； like a sleep…walker in his dreamMirabel silently obeyed。 Mr。 Rook turned to Emily。
〃Are you easily frightened？〃 he said
〃I don't understand you；〃 Emily replied。 〃Who is going to frighten me？ Why did you speak to Mr。 Mirabel in that strange way？〃
Mr。 Rook looked toward the bedroom door。 〃Maybe you'll hear why； inside there。 If I could have my way； you shouldn't see herbut she's not to be reasoned with。 A caution； miss。 Don't be too ready to believe what my wife may say to you。 She's had a fright。〃 He opened the door。 〃In my belief；〃 he whispered； 〃she's off her head。〃
Emily crossed the threshold。 Mr。 Rook softly closed the door behind her。
CHAPTER LXI。
INSIDE THE ROOM。
A decent elderly woman was seated at the bedside。 She rose； and spoke to Emily with a mingling of sorrow and confusion strikingly expressed on her face。 〃It isn't my fault；〃 she said； 〃that Mrs。 Rook receives you in this manner； I am obliged to humor her。〃
She drew aside； and showed Mrs。 Rook with her head supported by many pillows； and her face strangely hidden from view under a veil。 Emily started back in horror。 〃Is her face injured？〃 she asked。
Mrs。 Rook answered the question herself。 Her voice was low and weak； but she still spoke with the same nervous hurry of articulation which had been remarked by Alban Morris； on the day when she asked him to direct her to Netherwoods
〃Not exactly injured；〃 she explained； 〃but one's appearance is a matter of some anxiety even on one's death…bed。 I am disfigured by a thoughtless use of water； to bring me to when I had my falland I can't get at my toilet…things to put myself right again。 I don't wish to shock you。 Please excuse the veil。〃
Emily remembered the rouge on her cheeks； and the dye on her hair； when they had first seen each other at the school。 Vanityof all human frailties the longest…livedstill held its firmly…rooted place in this woman's nature； superior to torment of conscience； unassailable by terror of death！
The good woman of the house waited a moment before she left the room。 〃What shall I say；〃 she asked； 〃if the clergyman comes？〃
Mrs。 Rook lifted her hand solemnly 〃Say；〃 she answered； 〃that a dying sinner is making atonement for sin。 Say this young lady is present； by the decree of an all…wise Providence。 No mortal creature must disturb us。〃 Her hand dropped back heavily on the bed。 〃Are we alone？〃 she asked。
〃We are alone；〃 Emily answered。 〃What made you scream just before I came in？〃
〃No！ I can't allow you to remind me of that；〃 Mrs。 Rook protested。 〃I must compose myself。 Be quiet。 Let me think。〃
Recovering her composure； she also recovered that sense of enjoyment in talking of herself； which was one of the marked peculiarities in her character。
〃You will excuse me if I exhibit religion；〃 she resumed。 〃My dear parents were exemplary people； I was most carefully brought up。 Are you pious？ Let us hope so。〃
Emily was once more reminded of the past。
The bygone time returned to her memorythe time when she had accepted Sir Jervis Redwood's offer of employment； and when Mrs。 Rook had arrived at the school to be her traveling companion to the North。 The wretched creature had entirely forgotten her own loose talk； after she had drunk Miss Ladd's good wine to the last drop in the bottle。 As she was boasting now of her piety； so she had boasted then of her lost faith and hope； and had mockingly declared her free…thinking opinions to be the result of her ill…assorted marriage。 Forgottenall forgotten； in this later time of pain and fear。 Prostrate under the dread of death； her innermost naturestripped of the concealments of her later lifewas revealed to view。 The early religious training； at which she had scoffed in the insolence of health and strength； revealed its latent influenceintermitted； but a living influence always from first to last。 Mrs。 Rook was tenderly mindful of her exemplary parents； and proud of exhibiting religion； on the bed from which she was never to rise again。
〃Did I tell you that I am a miserable sinner？〃 she asked； after an interval of silence。
Emily could endure it no longer。 〃Say that to the clergyman；〃 she answered〃not to me。〃
〃Oh； but I must say it；〃 Mrs。 Rook insisted。 〃I _am_ a miserable sinner。 Let me give you an instance of it；〃 she continued； with a shameless relish of the memory of her own frailties。 〃I have been a drinker； in my time。 Anything was welcome； when the fit was on me； as long as it got into my head。 Like other persons in liquor； I sometimes talked of things that had better have been kept secret。 We bore that in mindmy old man and I…when we were engaged by Sir Jervis。 Miss Redwood wanted to put us in the next bedroom to hersa risk not to be run。 I might have talked of the murder at the inn； and she might have heard me。 Please