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knew not what room upstairs。 She was not； I was told； in the hospital portion of the house with the fever patients； for her plaint was consumption； not typhus： and by consumption I； in my ignorance； understood something mild； which time and care would be sure to alleviate。
I was confirmed in this idea by the fact of her once or twice ing downstairs on very warm sunny afternoons； and being taken by Miss Temple into the garden； but； on these occasions； I was not allowed to go and speak to her； I only saw her from the schoolroom window； and then not distinctly； for she was much wrapped up； and sat at a distance under the verandah。
One evening； in the beginning of June； I had stayed out very late with Mary Ann in the wood； we had； as usual； separated ourselves from the others； and had wandered far； so far that we lost our way； and had to ask it at a lonely cottage； where a man and woman lived； who looked after a herd of half…wild swine that fed on the mast in the wood。 When we got back； it was after moonrise： a pony； which we knew to be the surgeon’s； was standing at the garden door。 Mary Ann remarked that she supposed some one must be very ill； as Mr。 Bates had been sent for at that time of the evening。 She went into the house； I stayed behind a few minutes to plant in my garden a handful of roots I had dug up in the forest； and which I feared would wither if I left them till the morning。 This done； I lingered yet a little longer： the flowers smelt so sweet as the dew fell； it was such a pleasant evening； so serene； so warm； the still glowing west promised so fairly another fine day on the morrow； the moon rose with such majesty in the grave east。 I was noting these things and enjoying them as a child might； when it entered my mind as it had never done before：—
“How sad to be lying now on a sick bed； and to be in danger of dying！ This world is pleasant—it would be dreary to be called from it； and to have to go who knows where？”
And then my mind made its first earnest effort to prehend what had been infused into it concerning heaven and hell； and for the first time it recoiled； baffled； and for the first time glancing behind； on each side； and before it； it saw all round an unfathomed gulf： it felt the one point where it stood—the present； all the rest was formless cloud and vacant depth； and it shuddered at the thought of tottering； and plunging amid that chaos。 While pondering this new idea； I heard the front door open； Mr。 Bates came out； and with him was a nurse。 After she had seen him mount his horse and depart； she was about to close the door； but I ran up to her。
“How is Helen Burns？”
“Very poorly；” was the answer。
“Is it her Mr。 Bates has been to see？”
“Yes。”
“And what does he say about her？”
“He says she’ll not be here long。”
This phrase； uttered in my hearing yesterday； would have only conveyed the notion that she was about to be removed to Northumberland； to her own home。 I should not have suspected that it meant she was dying； but I knew instantly now！ It opened clear on my prehension that Helen Burns was numbering her last days in this world； and that she was going to be taken to the region of spirits； if such region there were。 I experienced a shock of horror； then a strong thrill of grief； then a desire—a necessity to see her； and I asked in what room she lay。
“She is in Miss Temple’s room；” said the nurse。
“May I go up and speak to her？”
“Oh no； child！ It is not likely； and now it is time for you to e in； you’ll catch the fever if you stop out when the dew is falling。”
The nurse closed the front door； I went in by the side entrance which led to the schoolroom： I was just in time； it was nine o’clock； and Miss Miller was calling the pupils to go to bed。
It might be two hours later； probably near eleven； when I—not having been able to fall asleep； and deeming； from the perfect silence of the dormitory； that my panions were all wrapt in profound repose—rose softly； put on my frock over my night…dress； and； without shoes； crept from the apartment； and set off in quest of Miss Temple’s room。 It was quite at the other end of the house； but I knew my way； and the light of the unclouded summer moon； entering here and there at passage windows； enabled me to find it without difficulty。 An odour of camphor and burnt vinegar warned me when I came near the fever room： and I passed its door quickly； fearful lest the nurse who sat up all night should hear me。 I dreaded being discovered and sent back； for I must see Helen；—I must embrace her before she died；—I must give her one last kiss； exchange with her one last word。
Having descended a staircase； traversed a portion of the house below； and succeeded in opening and shutting； without noise； two doors； I reached another flight of steps； these I mounted； and then just opposite to me was Miss Temple’s room。 A light shone through the keyhole and from under the door； a profound stillness pervaded the vicinity。 ing near； I found the door slightly ajar； probably to admit some fresh air into the close abode of sickness。 Indisposed to hesitate； and full of impatient impulses—soul and senses quivering with keen throes—I put it back and looked in。 My eye sought Helen； and feared to find death。
Close by Miss Temple’s bed； and half covered with its white curtains； there stood a little crib。 I saw the outline of a form under the clothes； but the face was hid by the hangings： the nurse I had spoken to in the garden sat in an easy…chair asleep； an unsnuffed candle burnt dimly on the table。 Miss Temple was not to be seen： I knew afterwards that she had been called to a delirious patient in the fever…room。 I advanced； then paused by the crib side： my hand was on the curtain； but I preferred speaking before I withdrew it。 I still recoiled at the dread of seeing a corpse。
“Helen！” I whispered softly； “are you awake？”
She stirred herself； put back the curtain； and I saw her face； pale； posed： she looked so little changed that my fear was instantly dissipated。
“Can it be you； Jane？” she asked； in her own gentle voice。
“Oh！” I thought； “she is not going to die； they are mistaken： she could not speak and look so calmly if she were。”