"She will live," said Father Fabian; "but be silent--shade the light,
and let in more air."
May wanted to kneel, and sing the glories of MARY; she would like to
have declared to all the earth the power and tenderness of that
Immaculate Heart, which pursues with importunity and tears those who
fly from her Divine Son. Loving him, she cannot bear that those for
whom he suffered should be recreant to their high destiny; but May
could only commune with the unseen guardians of her soul, and through
them declare her rapture, which ebbed and flowed in sweet numbers, like
a life-tide through her soul.
Father Fabian followed Mr. Jerrold out on the balcony, and laying his
hand on his shoulder, said, "Let us give thanks to God; your wife will
live. Nay, sir, do not go in; the slightest agitation, before the
equilibrium of nature is restored, might destroy her. Come with me
into another room, and follow the advice which I shall give you, which
is to lie down and sleep." Subdued and humble, the proud man was led
like a child into another apartment, where, throwing himself on a
lounge, exhausted with long and anxious watching, he fell into a
profound sleep.
When Helen awoke the next day, she looked around her with a bewildered
air--then gradually remembered all; and though a feeling of deep
tribulation came over her, she felt a peace within herself that she had
never known before. She breathed a prayer to JESUS and MARY for
strength and patience in her desolation, for she thought that she was
forsaken by all earthly love--but not friendship, because she saw May
kneeling a little way off saying her rosary.
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