"Pray pardon me--I forgot that 'she' was a prohibited pronoun on the present occasion. The Person has written a farewell letter to Blanche, and has gone nobody knows where. The distress produced by these events is alone answerable for what has happened to Blanche this morning. If you bear that in mind--and if you remember what your own opinion is of Miss Silvester--you will understand why Blanche hesitated to admit you into her confidence."
There he waited for a reply. Lady Lundie was too deeply absorbed in completing her memorandum to be conscious of his presence in the room.
" 'Carriage to be at the door at two-thirty,' " said Lady Lundie, repeating the final words of the memorandum while she wrote them.
" 'Inquire for the nearest justice of the peace, and place the privacy of Windygates under the protection of the law.'--I beg your pardon!" exclaimed her ladyship, becoming conscious again of Sir Patrick's presence. "Have I missed any thing particularly painful? Pray mention it if I have!"
"You have missed nothing of the slightest importance," returned Sir Patrick. "I have placed you in possession of facts which you had a right to know; and we have now only to return to our medical friend's report on Blanche's health. You were about to favor me, I think, with the Prognosis?"
"Diagnosis!" said her ladyship, spitefully. "I had forgotten at the time--I remember now. Prognosis is entirely wrong."
"I sit corrected, Lady Lundie. Diagnosis."
"You have informed me, Sir Patrick, that you were already acquainted with the Diagnosis. It is quite needless for me to repeat it now."
"I was anxious to correct my own impression, my dear lady, by comparing it with yours."
"You are very good. You are a learned man. I am only a poor ignorant woman. Your impression can not possibly require correcting by mine."
"My impression, Lady Lundie, was that our so friend recommended moral, rather than medical, treatment for Blanche. If we can turn her thoughts from the painful subject on which they are now dwelling, we shall do all that is needful. Those were his own words, as I remember them. Do you confirm me?"
"Can _I_ presume to dispute with you, Sir Patrick? You are a master of refined irony, I know. I am afraid it's all thrown away on poor me."
(The law kept its wonderful temper! The law met the most exasperating of living women with a counter-power of defensive aggravation all its own!)
"I take that as confirming me, Lady Lundie. Thank you. Now, as to the method of carrying out our friend's advice. The method seems plain. All we can do to divert Blanche's mind is to turn Blanche's attention to some other subject of reflection less painful than the subject which occupies her now. Do you agree, so far?"
"Why place the whole responsibility on my shoulders?" inquired Lady Lundie.
"Out of profound deference for your opinion," answered Sir Patrick. "Strictly speaking, no doubt, any serious responsibility rests with me. I am Blanche's guardian--"
"Thank God!" cried Lady Lundie, with a perfect explosion of pious fervor.
"I hear an outburst of devout thankfulness," remarked Sir Patrick. "Am I to take it as expressing--let me say--some little doubt, on your part, as to the prospect of managing Blanche successfully, under present circumstances?"
Lady Lundie's temper began to give way again--exactly as her brother-in-law had anticipated.
"You are to take it," she said, "as expressing my conviction that I saddled myself with the charge of an incorrigibly heartless, obstinate and perverse girl, when I undertook the care of Blanche."
"Did you say 'incorrigibly?' "
"I said 'incorrigibly.' "
"If the case is as hopeless as that, my dear Madam--as Blanche's guardian, I ought to find means to relieve you of the charge of Blanche."
"Nobody shall relieve _me_ of a duty that I have once undertaken!" retorted Lady Lundie. "Not if I die at my post!"
"Suppose it was consistent with your duty," pleaded Sir Patrick, "to be relieved at your post? Suppose it was in harmony with that 'self-sacrifice' which is 'the motto of women?' "
"I don't understand you, Sir Patrick. Be so good as to explain yourself."
Sir Patrick assumed a new character--the character of a hesitating man. He cast a look of respectful inquiry at his sister-in-law, sighed, and shook his head.
"No!" he said. "It would be asking too much. Even with your high standard of duty, it would be asking too much."
"Nothing which you can ask me in the name of duty is too much."
