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her was to protest against the glaring impropriety of her paying a second
visit； in one day； to a man who was a stranger to her。 I declared； in the
plainest terms； that such a proceeding would be sufficient； in the
estimation of any civilized community； to put her reputation in peril。
The result of my interference was curious and interesting in the extreme。
It showed me that the virtue called Modesty （I am not speaking of
Decency； mind） is a virtue of purely artificial growth； and that the
successful cultivation of it depends in the first instance； not on the
influence of the tongue； but on the influence of the eye。
Suppose the case of an average young lady （conscious of feeling a first
love） to whom I might have spoken in the sense that I have just
mentionedwhat would she have done？
She would assuredly have shown some natural and pretty confusion； and
would； in all human probability； have changed color more or less while
she was listening to me。 Lucilla's charming face revealed but one
expressionan expression of disappointment； slightly mixed perhaps with
surprise。 I believed her to be then； what I knew her to be afterwards； as
pure a creature as ever walked the earth。 And yet； of the natural and
becoming confusion； of the little inevitable feminine changes of color
which I had expected to see； not so much as a vestige appearedand this；
remember； in the case of a person of unusually sensitive and impulsive
nature： quick； on the most trifling occasions； to feel and to express its
feeling in no ordinary degree。
What did it mean？
It meant that here was one strange side shown to me of the terrible
affliction that darkened her life。 It meant that modesty is essentially
the growth of our own consciousness of the eyes of others judging usand
that blindness is never bashful； for the one simple reason that blindness
cannot see。 The most modest girl in existence is bolder with her lover in
the dark than in the light。 The female model who 〃sits〃 for the first
time in a drawing academy； and who shrinks from the ordeal； is persuaded；
in the last resort； to enter the students' room by having a bandage bound
over her eyes。 My poor Lucilla had always the bandage over her eyes。 My
poor Lucilla was never to meet her lover in the light。 She had grown up
with the passions of a womanand yet； she had never advanced beyond the
fearless and primitive innocence of a child。 Ah； if ever there was a
sacred charge confided to any mortal creature； here surely was a sacred
charge confided to Me！ I could not endure to see the poor pretty blind
face turned so insensibly towards mine； after such words as I had just
said to her。 She was standing within my reach。 I took her by the arm； and
made her sit on my knee。 〃My dear！〃 I said； very earnestly； 〃you must not
go to him again to…day。〃
〃I have got so much to say to him；〃 she answered impatiently； 〃I want to
tell him how deeply I feel for him； and how anxious I am to make his life
a happier one if I can。〃
〃My dear Lucilla！ you can't say this to a young man。 It is as good as
telling him； in plain words； that you are fond of him！〃
〃I _am_ fond of him。〃
〃Hush！ hush！ Keep it to yourself； until you are sure that _he_ is fond of
_you。_ It is the man's place； my lovenot the woman'sto own the truth
first in matters of this sort。〃
〃That is very hard on the women。 If they feel it first； they ought to own
it first。〃 She paused for a moment； considering with herselfand
abruptly got off my knee。 〃I _must_ speak to him！〃 she burst out。 〃I
_must_ tell him that I have heard his story； and that I think all the
better of him after it； instead of the worse！〃
She was again on her way to get her hat。 My only chance of stopping her
was to invent a compromise。
〃Write him a note；〃 I saidand then suddenly remembered that she was
blind。 〃You shall dictate；〃 I added； 〃and I will hold the pen。 Be content
with that for to…day。 For my sake； Lucilla！〃
She yieldednot very willingly； poor thing。 But she jealously declined
to let me hold the pen。
〃My first note to him must be all written by me；〃 she said。 〃I can
writein my own roundabout way。 It's long and tiresome； but still I can
do it。 Come and see。〃
She led the way to a writing…table in a corner of the room； and sat for
awhile with the pen in her hand； thinking。 Her irresistible smile broke
suddenly like a glow of light over her 〃Ah！〃 she exclaimed； 〃I know how
to tell him what I think。〃
Guiding the pen in her right hand with the fingers of her left she wrote
slowly； in large childish characters； these words：DEAR MR。 OSCAR；I
have heard all about you。 Please send the little gold vase。Your friend；
LUCILLA。〃
She enclosed and directed the letter； and clapped her hands for joy。 〃He
will know what _that_ means！〃 she said gaily。
It was useless to attempt making a second remonstrance。 I rang the bell；
under protest （imagine her receiving a present from a gentleman to whom
she had spoken for the first time that morning！）and the groom was sent
off to Browndown with the letter。 In making this concession； I privately
said to myself； 〃I shall keep a tight hand over Oscar； he is the
manageable person of the two！〃
The interval before the return of the groom was not an easy interval to
fill up。 I proposed some music。 Lucilla was still too full of her new
interest to be able to give her attention to anything else。 She suddenly
remembered that her father and her step…mother ought both to be informed
that Mr。 Dubourg was a perfectly presentable person at the rectory： she
decided on writing to her father。
On this occasion； she made no difficulty about permitting me to hold the
pen； while she told me what to write。 We produced between us rather a
flighty； enthusiastic； high…flown sort of letter。 I felt by no means sure
that we should raise a favorable impression of our new neighbor in the
mind of Reverend Finch。 That was； however； not my affair。 I appeared to
excellent advantage in the matter； as the judicious foreign lady who had
insisted on making inquiries。 For the rest； it was a point of honor with
mewriting for a person who was blindnot to change a single word in
the sentences which Lucilla dictated to me。 The letter completed； I wrote
the address of the house in Brighton at which Mr。 Finch then happened to
be staying； and I was next about to close the envelope in due
coursewhen Lucilla stopped me。
〃Wait a little；〃 she said。 〃Don't close the letter yet。〃
I wondered why the envelope was to be left open； and why Lucilla looked a
little confused when she forbade me to close it。 Another unexpected
revelation of the influence of their affliction on the natures of the
blind； was waiting to enlighten me on those two points。
After consultation between us； it had been decided； at Lucilla's express
request； that I should inform Mrs。 Finch that the mystery at Browndown
was now cleared up。 Lucilla openly owned to having no great relish for
the society of her step…mother； or for the duty invariably devolving on
anybody who was long in the company of that fertile lady； of either
finding her handkerchief or holding her baby。 A duplicate key of the door
of communication between the two sides of the house was given to me； and
I left the room。
Before performing my errand； I went for a minute into my bedchamber to
put away my hat and parasol。 Returning into the corridor； and passing the
door of the sitting…room； I found that it had been left ajar by some one
who had entered after I had left； and I heard Lucilla's voice say； 〃Take
that letter out of the envelope； and read it to me。〃
I pursued my way along the passagevery slowly； I ownand I heard the
first sentences of the letter which I had written under Lucilla's
dictation； read aloud to her in the old nurse's voice。 The incurable
suspicion of the blindalways abandoned to the same melancholy distrust
of the persons about them； always doubting whether some deceit is not
being practiced on them by the happy people who can seehad urged
Lucilla； even in the trifling matter of the letter； to put me to the
test； behind my back。 She was using Zillah's eyes to make sure that I had
really written all that she had dictated to meexactly as； on many an
after occasion； she used my eyes to make sure of Zillah's complete
performance of tasks allotted to her in the house。 No experience of the
faithful devotion of those who live with them ever thoroughly satisfies
the blind。 Ah； poor things； always in the dark！ always in the dark！
In opening the door of communication； it appeared as if I had also opened
all the doors of all the bedchambers in the rectory。 The moment I stepped
into the passage； out popped the children from one room after another；
like rabbits out of their burrows。
〃Where is your mamma？〃 I asked。
The rabbits answered by one universal shriek； and popped back again into
their burrows。
I went down the stairs to try my luck on the ground floor。 The window on
the landing had a view over the front garden。 I looked out； and saw the
irrepressible Arab of the family； our small chubby Jicks； wandering in
the garden； all by herself； evidently on the watch for her next
opportunity of escaping from the hous