This meant, that Levina was tired of Bury Saint Edmund’s.
“Oh, there’s nothing the matter with her!” said Eva, testily. “She never takes things to heart as I do. She’ll do well enough.”
“Lady, I am very uneasy about dear Margaret,” was Doucebelle’s contribution. “I am sure she is ill, and unhappy too. I only wish I knew what to do for her.”
Beatrice looked up with grave eyes. “Lady, I would so gladly say No! But I cannot do it.”
The last person interrogated was Bruno; and by the time she came to him, the Countess was very low-spirited. His face went grave and sad.
“Lady, it never does good to shut one’s eyes to the truth. It is worse pain in the end. Yes: the damsel Margaret is dying.”
“Dying!” shrieked the unhappy mother. “Dying, Father Bruno! You said dying!”
“Too true, my Lady.”
“But what can I do? How am I to stop it?”
“Ah!” said Bruno, softly, as if to himself. “There is a ‘Talitha Cumi’ from the other side too. The Healer is on that side now. Lady, He has called her. In her face, her voice, her very smile, it is only too plain that she has heard His voice. And there is no possibility of disobeying it, whether it call the living to death, or the dead to life.”