FOURTH NARRATIVE
1. Extracted from the Journal of EZRA JENNINGS (continued)
Mr. Blake's report of the night is the same as before.
He has had some intervals of broken sleep, and no more.
But he feels it less to-day, having slept after yesterday's dinner.
This after-dinner sleep is the result, no doubt, of the ride
which I advised him to take. I fear I shall have to curtail his
restorative exercise in the fresh air. He must not be too well;
he must not be too ill. It is a case (as a sailor would say)
of very fine steering.
He has not heard yet from Mr. Bruff. I found him eager to know
if I had received any answer from Miss Verinder.
I told him exactly what I was permitted to tell, and no more.
It was quite needless to invent excuses for not showing him the letter.
He told me bitterly enough, poor fellow, that he understood the delicacy
which disinclined me to produce it. "She consents, of course,
as a matter of common courtesy and common justice," he said.
"But she keeps her own opinion of me, and waits to see the result."
I was sorely tempted to hint that he was now wronging her as she had
wronged him. On reflection, I shrank from forestalling her in the double
luxury of surprising and forgiving him.
My visit was a very short one. After the experience of the other night,
I have been compelled once more to give up my dose of opium.
As a necessary result, the agony of the disease that is in me has got
the upper hand again. I felt the attack coming on, and left abruptly,
so as not to alarm or distress him. It only lasted a quarter of an hour
this time, and it left me strength enough to go on with my work.
Five o'clock.--I have written my reply to Miss Verinder.
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