To the River! To that portal of Eternity, her desperate footsteps tended with the swiftness of its rapid waters running to the sea.
He tried to touch her as she passed him, going down to its dark level: but, the wild distempered form, the fierce and terrible love, the desperation that had left all human check or hold behind, swept by him like the wind.
He followed her.She paused a moment on the brink, before the dreadful plunge.He fell down on his knees, and in a shriek addressed the figures in the Bells now hovering above them.
'I have learnt it!' cried the old man.'From the creature dearest to my heart! O, save her, save her!'
He could wind his fingers in her dress; could hold it! As the words escaped his lips, he felt his sense of touch return, and knew that he detained her.
The figures looked down steadfastly upon him.
'I have learnt it!' cried the old man.'O, have mercy on me in this hour, if, in my love for her, so young and good, I slandered Nature in the breasts of mothers rendered desperate! Pity my presumption, wickedness, and ignorance, and save her.' He felt his hold relaxing.They were silent still.
'Have mercy on her!' he exclaimed, 'as one in whom this dreadful crime has sprung from Love perverted; from the strongest, deepest Love we fallen creatures know! Think what her misery must have been, when such seed bears such fruit! Heaven meant her to be good.There is no loving mother on the earth who might not come to this, if such a life had gone before.O, have mercy on my child, who, even at this pass, means mercy to her own, and dies herself, and perils her immortal soul, to save it!'
She was in his arms.He held her now.His strength was like a giant's.
'I see the Spirit of the Chimes among you!' cried the old man, singling out the child, and speaking in some inspiration, which their looks conveyed to him.'I know that our inheritance is held in store for us by Time.I know there is a sea of Time to rise one day, before which all who wrong us or oppress us will be swept away like leaves.I see it, on the flow! I know that we must trust and hope, and neither doubt ourselves, nor doubt the good in one another.I have learnt it from the creature dearest to my heart.
I clasp her in my arms again.O Spirits, merciful and good, I take your lesson to my breast along with her! O Spirits, merciful and good, I am grateful!'
He might have said more; but, the Bells, the old familiar Bells, his own dear, constant, steady friends, the Chimes, began to ring the joy-peals for a New Year: so lustily, so merrily, so happily, so gaily, that he leapt upon his feet, and broke the spell that bound him.
'And whatever you do, father,' said Meg, 'don't eat tripe again, without asking some doctor whether it's likely to agree with you;for how you HAVE been going on, Good gracious!'
She was working with her needle, at the little table by the fire;dressing her simple gown with ribbons for her wedding.So quietly happy, so blooming and youthful, so full of beautiful promise, that he uttered a great cry as if it were an Angel in his house; then flew to clasp her in his arms.
But, he caught his feet in the newspaper, which had fallen on the hearth; and somebody came rushing in between them.
'No!' cried the voice of this same somebody; a generous and jolly voice it was! 'Not even you.Not even you.The first kiss of Meg in the New Year is mine.Mine! I have been waiting outside the house, this hour, to hear the Bells and claim it.Meg, my precious prize, a happy year! A life of happy years, my darling wife!'
And Richard smothered her with kisses.
You never in all your life saw anything like Trotty after this.Idon't care where you have lived or what you have seen; you never in all your life saw anything at all approaching him! He sat down in his chair and beat his knees and cried; he sat down in his chair and beat his knees and laughed; he sat down in his chair and beat his knees and laughed and cried together; he got out of his chair and hugged Meg; he got out of his chair and hugged Richard; he got out of his chair and hugged them both at once; he kept running up to Meg, and squeezing her fresh face between his hands and kissing it, going from her backwards not to lose sight of it, and running up again like a figure in a magic lantern; and whatever he did, he was constantly sitting himself down in his chair, and never stopping in it for one single moment; being - that's the truth -beside himself with joy.
'And to-morrow's your wedding-day, my pet!' cried Trotty.'Your real, happy wedding-day!'
'To-day!' cried Richard, shaking hands with him.'To-day.The Chimes are ringing in the New Year.Hear them!'
They WERE ringing! Bless their sturdy hearts, they WERE ringing!
Great Bells as they were; melodious, deep-mouthed, noble Bells;cast in no common metal; made by no common founder; when had they ever chimed like that, before!
'But, to-day, my pet,' said Trotty.'You and Richard had some words to-day.'
