But the day did not close so auspiciously as it began.Towards the evening Marianne became ill again,growing more heavy,restless,and uncomfortable than before.Her sister,however,still sanguine,was willing to attribute the change to nothing more than the fatigue of having sat up to have her bed made;and carefully administering the cordials prescribed,saw her with satisfaction sink at last into a slumber,from which she expected the most beneficial effects.Her sleep,though not so quiet as Elinor wished to see it,lasted a considerable time;and anxious to observe the result of it herself,she resolved to sit with her during the whole of it.Mrs Jennings,knowing nothing of any change in the patient,went unusually early to bed;her maid,who was one of the principal nurses,was recreating herself in the housekeeper's room,and Elinor remained alone with Marianne.
The repose of the latter became more and more disturbed;and her sister,who watched with unremitting attention her continual change of posture,and heard the frequent but inarticulate sounds of complaint which passed her lips,was almost wishing to rouse her from so painful a slumber when Marianne,suddenly awakened by some accidental noise in the house,started hastily up,and,with feverish wildness,cried out-
‘Is mama coming?’
‘Not yet,’replied the other,concealing her terror,and assisting Marianne to lie down again;‘but she will be here I hope,before long.It is a great way,you know,from hence to Barton.’
‘But she must not go round by London,’cried Marianne,in the same hurried manner.‘I shall never see her,if she goes to London.’
Elinor perceived with alarm that she was not quite herself,and while attempting to soothe her,eagerly felt her pulse.It was lower and quicker than ever;and Marianne still talking wildly of mama,her alarm increased so rapidly,as to determine her on sending instantly for Mr Harris,and dispatching a messenger to Barton for her mother.To consult with Colonel Brandon on the best means of effecting the latter,was a thought which immediately followed the resolution of its performance;and as soon as she had rung up the maid to take her place by her sister,she hastened down to the drawing-room,where she knew he was generally to be found at a much later hour than at present.
It was no time for hesitation.Her fears and her difficulties were immediately before him.Her fears,he had no courage,no confidence to attempt the removal of;-he listened to them in silent despondence,-but her difficulties were instantly obviated,for with a readiness that seemed to speak the occasion and the service pre-arranged in his mind,he offered himself as the messenger who should fetch Mrs Dashwood.Elinor made no resistance that was not easily overcome.She thanked him with a brief,though fervent gratitude,and while he went to hurry off his servant with a message to Mr Harris,and an order for post-horses directly,she wrote a few lines to her mother.
The comfort of such a friend at that moment as Colonel Brandon-of such a companion for her mother,-how gratefully was it felt!-a companion whose judgment would guide,whose attendance must relieve,and whose friendship might soothe her!-as far as the shock of such a summons could be lessened to her,his presence,his manners,his assistance,would lessen it.
He,meanwhile,whatever he might feel,acted with all the firmness of a collected mind,made every necessary arrangement with the utmost dispatch,and calculated with exactness the time in which she might look for his return.Not a moment was lost in delay of any kind.The horses arrived,even before they were expected,and Colonel Brandon only pressing her hand with a look of solemnity,and a few words spoken too low to reach her ear,hurried into the carriage.It was then about twelve o'clock,and she returned to her sister's apartment to wait for the arrival of the apothecary,and to watch by her the rest of the night.It was a night of almost equal suffering to both.Hour after hour passed away in sleepless pain and delirium on Marianne's side,and in the most cruel anxiety on Elinor's,before Mr Harris appeared.Her apprehensions once raised,paid by their excess for all her former security,and the servant who sat up with her,for she would not allow Mrs Jennings to be called,only tortured her more,by hints of what her mistress had always thought.
Marianne's ideas were still,at intervals,fixed incoherently on her mother,and whenever she mentioned her name,it gave a pang to the heart of poor Elinor,who,reproaching herself for having trifled with so many days of illness,and wretched for some immediate relief,fancied that all relief might soon be in vain,that everything had been delayed too long,and pictured to herself her suffering mother,arriving too late to see this darling child,or to see her rational.
She was on the point of sending again for Mr Harris or if he could not come,for some other advice,when the former-but not till after five o'clock-arrived.His opinion,however,made some little amends for his delay,for though acknowledging a very unexpected and unpleasant alteration in his patient,he would not allow the danger to be material,and talked of the relief which a fresh mode of treatment must procure,with a confidence which,in a lesser degree,was communicated to Elinor.He promised to call again,in the course of three or four hours,and left both the patient and her anxious attendant more composed than he had found them.
