Dwell Deep; Or, Hilda Thorn's Life Story
Copyright© 2026 by Amy Le Feuvre
Chapter 16: Dark Days
‘Rest thou in God, amid all changes;
Be pleased with all He may ordain;
Wait patient till what He arranges,
For thy best welfare shall be plain;
God who has chosen us as His,
Knows best what our true welfare is.’—Neumark.
The wedding passed off successfully. I think I was the only one who felt out of harmony with the brightness and gaiety all around. Though the Forsyths felt the loss of their eldest daughter, there was much to soften their regret at parting with her. She was not going very far away from them; she and her husband seemed exactly suited to each other in many ways, and she was going to a comfortable, luxurious home.
I think too that Nelly occupied a warmer place in their hearts than Constance. The latter seemed to live so entirely for herself, and her nature was so cold and unsympathetic that her presence did not always make home the happier for it. Nelly was the sunshine of the house, and it was she who up to the last kept up an atmosphere of sparkling brightness which none could withstand.
We felt rather ‘flat,’ as Kenneth expressed it, when all was over and the guests had departed. My thoughts were with Philip, and when, two days after his departure, the post brought me a letter in his handwriting, I opened it with trembling fingers. It was very short.
‘MY DARLING, —
‘I am off to America on this business that I spoke to you about. Will send you my address later on, but my movements are quite uncertain. So sorry that your visit to Cobham Hall must be postponed. God bless you!
‘Yours
‘PHILIP.’
I had expected something of this sort, and was hardly surprised, though I did wish he had written more fully. When I told the others, I had to bear a great deal of comment and commiseration.
‘I cannot bear mysteries,’ said General Forsyth; ‘why can’t the fellow tell his business instead of being so vague about it?’
‘He is so exceedingly reticent about his affairs,’ said Mrs. Forsyth, ‘that one seems to know very little more about him now than one did at first. Are you in his confidence, Hugh?’
‘If I were, I would be hardly likely to betray what he sees best to withhold.’
Hugh’s tone was haughty. I looked across the breakfast table at him with a smile, feeling I had one on my side to do battle for the absent one.
‘It’s awfully disappointing,’ grumbled Nelly. ‘I was looking forward to our visit at his place, and have refused several invitations that I might have had instead of it. When people go off to America they generally stay there for years, and are never heard of any more.’
‘That is cheerful for me,’ I said, forcing a laugh; ‘but America is not very far off, Nelly, the passage takes next to no time, it is only a question of a few weeks.’
‘It is well to keep up your spirits, Goody, but it looks bad—very bad!’ and Kenneth shook his head with mock solemnity as he spoke. ‘We all noticed his gloom and uneasiness the last evening he was here. I am afraid he has a “dark past,” and his conscience is troubling him. Be prepared for the worst. It may be a case of another woman, Goody. In the style of the penny dreadfuls, a wife that he thought dead may have turned up again, and then where would you be? He may have been married two or three times before, for all we know!’
‘That will do,’ General Forsyth said sternly; ‘such jokes are extremely out of place, and we will have no more of them.’
And Kenneth subsided, to my great relief. I felt I could bear very little more, and was glad to get away alone and bear my disappointment as best I could.
But the next few weeks were very trying ones. Not for an instant did I doubt Philip, but others did, and the remarks and conjectures on his sudden departure were hard for me to sit and listen to.
I did not hear from him again, except a post-card to announce his arrival in New York. I wrote to him there, but received no answer, and the time of waiting and suspense seemed interminable.
If I had not learnt the secret of ‘dwelling deep’ in dark times, I sometimes think I should not have been able to live through that time. The Forsyths were kind, and felt for me, I knew; but my guardian was angry by the suddenness of it all, and persisted in looking upon me as being ill-treated in the matter. Nelly took the very blackest view, and declared I would never hear of or see him again, whilst Kenneth spent his time in concocting the most elaborate stories and bringing them out for my benefit, of different people who mysteriously disappeared, and the causes of their doing so. Hugh was the only one who with me felt it must be right, and he often cheered me by assurances of his speedy return.
‘It is most likely money matters,’ he said one day to me; ‘I know a good deal of his income is in some funds in New York. He has some cousin in business there, who manages things for him.’
And this was the most likely solution I could obtain. But why did he not write? As time went on I grew more and more anxious. I said very little to any one, and tried to be cheerful, and go on with my daily life as before, but it was a hard matter.
I could not bring myself to touch my violin. That last evening rose up before me, and the dim foreboding of evil that had so overshadowed me. I felt a strange shrinking from the very thing that used to be such a comfort and delight to me.
One afternoon I was startled by a message being brought to me by Miss Rayner’s old coachman, saying she was ill and wanted to see me. Mrs. Forsyth had gone up to London for a fortnight, so I went at once to my guardian.
‘Helen ill!’ he exclaimed. ‘I should not think she has had a day’s illness in her life. What is the matter with her?’
‘John says she fell into the river trying to ford it riding, and did not change her wet things. He says she got a violent chill last week, and has had a great deal of fever. This is her note to me.’
I gave him a little slip of paper, on which was scrawled, in letters very unlike Miss Rayner’s usually firm hand:—
‘DEAR HILDA, —
‘I am ill. Will you come and help Susan to nurse me?
‘Yours affectionately,
‘HELEN RAYNER.’
General Forsyth gave his consent to my going, and I returned that afternoon with John, who was full of garrulous accounts of Miss Rayner’s illness. He wound up with saying, —
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