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The Tenant of Wildfell Hall

CHAPTER XII
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O heavens, how my temples throbbed! Intense anxiety darkened my sight; but I thought--yes, and the voice confirmed it--it was Mr.Lawrence! 'You should not let it worry you so much, Helen,' said he; 'I will be more cautious in future; and in time--' I did not hear the rest of the sentence; for he walked close beside her and spoke so gently that I could not catch the words.

My heart was splitting with hatred; but I listened intently for her reply.

I heard it plainly enough.
'But I must leave this place, Frederick,' she said--'I never can be happy here,--nor anywhere else, indeed,' she added, with a mirthless laugh,--'but I cannot rest here.' 'But where could you find a better place ?' replied he, 'so secluded--so near me, if you think anything of that.' 'Yes,' interrupted she, 'it is all I could wish, if they could only have left me alone.' 'But wherever you go, Helen, there will be the same sources of annoyance.
I cannot consent to lose you: I must go with you, or come to you; and there are meddling fools elsewhere, as well as here.' While thus conversing they had sauntered slowly past me, down the walk, and I heard no more of their discourse; but I saw him put his arm round her waist, while she lovingly rested her hand on his shoulder;--and then, a tremulous darkness obscured my sight, my heart sickened and my head burned like fire: I half rushed, half staggered from the spot, where horror had kept me rooted, and leaped or tumbled over the wall--I hardly know which--but I know that, afterwards, like a passionate child, I dashed myself on the ground and lay there in a paroxysm of anger and despair--how long, I cannot undertake to say; but it must have been a considerable time; for when, having partially relieved myself by a torment of tears, and looked up at the moon, shining so calmly and carelessly on, as little influenced by my misery as I was by its peaceful radiance, and earnestly prayed for death or forgetfulness, I had risen and journeyed homewards--little regarding the way, but carried instinctively by my feet to the door, I found it bolted against me, and every one in bed except my mother, who hastened to answer my impatient knocking, and received me with a shower of questions and rebukes.
'Oh, Gilbert! how could you do so?
Where have you been?
Do come in and take your supper.

I've got it all ready, though you don't deserve it, for keeping me in such a fright, after the strange manner you left the house this evening.

Mr.Millward was quite-- Bless the boy! how ill he looks.


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