CHAPTER LIII
Ueber allen Gipfeln
Ist Ruh;
In allen Wipfeln
Spürest Du
Kaum einen Hauch;
Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde.
Warte nur, balde
Ruhest Du auch.
—GOETHE.
The doctor was very late. Rachel, who was going to the Watch Service, waited for the Bishop in the hall till he came out of his study with the curate, who had doubts.
When the young man had left, Rachel said, hesitating:
"I shall not go to the service if Dr. Brown does not arrive before then. Hugh was to have come with us. I don't want him to go all through the night thinking—perhaps if I am prevented going you will see him, and speak a word to him."
"My dear," said the Bishop, "I went across to his rooms two hours ago, directly you went up to Hester."
He loved Rachel, but he wondered at her lack of imagination.
"Two hours ago! And what did you say to him?"
"I did not see him. I was too late. He was gone."
"Gone!" said Rachel, faintly. "Where?"