Ishmael, or In The Depths - Page 132/567

"Madam!" exclaimed Hannah, drawing back and reddening to the very edge

of her hair.

"He is the son of Herman Brudenell, and so--"

"My lady! how dare you say such a thing as that?" fiercely interrupted

Hannah.

"Because, oh, Heaven! it is true," moaned Berenice; "it is true, Hannah!

Would to the Lord it were not!"

"Lady Hurstmonceux--"

"Stop! listen to me first, Hannah! I do not blame your poor sister.

Heaven knows I pitied her very much, and did all I could to protect her

the night she came to Brudenell Hall."

"I know you did, madam," said Hannah, her heart softening at the

recollection of what she had heard of the countess' share in the scene

between Nora and Mrs. Brudenell.

"She knew nothing of me when she met my husband, and she could not help

loving him any more than I could--any more than I could," she repeated

lowly to herself; "and so, though it wrings my heart to think of it, I

cannot blame her, Hannah--"

"My lady, you have no right to blame her," interrupted Nora's sister.

"I know it," meekly replied the wronged wife.

"You have no right to blame her, because she was perfectly blameless in

the sight of Heaven."

Berenice looked up in surprise, sighed and continued: "However that may be, Hannah, I am not her judge, and do not presume to

arraign her. May she rest in peace! But her child! Herman's child! my

child! It is of him I wish to speak! Oh, Hannah, give him to me! I want

him so much! I long for him so intensely! My heart warms to him so

ardently! He will be such a comfort, such a blessing, such a salvation

to me, Hannah! I will love him so well, and rear him so carefully, and

make him so happy! I will educate him, provide for all his wants, and

give him a profession. And if I am never reconciled to my husband--"

Here again her voice faltered and broke down; but after a dry sob, she

resumed: "If I am never reconciled to my husband, I will make his son my

heir; for I hold all my large property in my own right, Hannah! Say,

will you give me my husband's son?"

"But, my lady--"

"Ah, do not refuse me!" interrupted the countess. "I am so unhappy! I am

alone in the world, with no one for me to love, and no one to love me!"