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XXIX
"Veronica, she has gone away for good--gone away to France. All I could do--Now I am alone here, with n.o.body."
"But, Teresa, I don't understand. What are you speaking about?"
Evelyn told her of Sister Miry John's departure. "You cared for her a great deal, one could see that."
"Well, she was the one whom I have seen most of since I have been here... except you, Veronica." A look appeared in the girl's face which suggested, very vaguely, of course, but still suggested, that Veronica was jealous of the nun who had gone. Evelyn looked into the girl's face, trying to read the dream in it, until she forgot Veronica, and remembered the nun who had gone; and when she awoke from her dream she saw Veronica still standing before her with a half-cleaned candlestick in her hand.
"She seemed so determined, and all I could say only made her more so; yet I told her I was very fond of her... and she always seemed to like me. Why should she be so determined?"
"I should have thought you would have guessed, Teresa."
Evelyn begged Veronica to explain, but the girl hesitated, looking at her curiously all the time saying at last:
"It seems to me there can be only one reason for her leaving, and that was because she believed you to be her counterpart."
"Her counterpart--what's that?"
"Have you been so long in the convent without knowing what a counterpart is, Teresa? The convent is full of counterparts. Did you never see one in the garden, in a shady corner? You spent many hours in the garden. I am surprised. Are you telling the truth, Sister?"
Evelyn opened her eyes.
"Telling the truth! But do they come in the summer-time in the garden, while the sun is out?"
"Yes, they do; and very often they come to one in the evening... but more often at night."
Evelyn stood looking into Veronica's face without speaking, and at that moment the bell rang.
"We have only just got time," Veronica said, "to get into chapel."
"What can she mean? Counterparts visiting the nuns in the twilight...
at night! Who are these counterparts?" Evelyn asked herself. "The idle fancies of young girls, of course." But she was curious to hear what these were, and on the first favourable opportunity she introduced the subject, saying:
"What did you mean, Veronica, when you said that it was strange I had been in the convent so long without finding my counterpart?"
"I didn't say that, Teresa. I said without a counterpart finding you out, or that is what I meant to say. It is the counterpart which seeks us, not we the counterpart. It would be wrong for us to seek one. You know what I said about your singing, how it disturbed me and prevented me from praying? Well, sometimes a memory of your singing precedes the arrival of my counterpart."
"But did you not say that Sister Mary John was my counterpart?"
Veronica answered that Sister Mary John may have thought so.
"But she is a choir sister." And to this Veronica did not know what answer to make. The silence was not broken for a long while, each continuing her work, wondering when the other would speak. "Have all the nuns counterparts?"
"I don't know anything about the choir sisters, but Rufina and Jerome have. Cecilia is too stupid, and no counterpart ever seems to come to her. Sister Angela has the most beautiful counterpart in the world, except mine!" And the girl's eyes lit up.
Evelyn was on the point of asking her to describe her visitor, but, fearing to be indiscreet, she asked Veronica to tell her who were the counterparts, and whence they came. Veronica could tell her nothing, and, untroubled by theory or scruple, she seemed to drift away-- perhaps into the arms of her spiritual lover. On rousing her from her dream Evelyn learnt that Sister Angela, who was fond of reading the Bible, had discovered many texts anent counter-partial love. Which these could be Evelyn wondered, and Veronica quoted the words of the Creed, "Christ descended into h.e.l.l."
"But the counterpart doesn't emanate out of h.e.l.l?"
A look of pain came into the nun's face, and she reminded Evelyn that Christ was away for three days between his death and his resurrection, and there were pa.s.sages she remembered in Paul, in the Epistle to the Romans, which seemed to point to the belief that he descended into h.e.l.l, at all events that he had gone underground; but of this Veronica had no knowledge, she could only repeat what Sister Angela had said--that when Christ descended into h.e.l.l, the warders of the gates covered their faces, so frightened were they, not having had time to lock the gates against him, and all h.e.l.l was harrowed.
But Christ had walked on, preaching to those men and women who had been drowned in the Flood, and they had gone up to heaven with him.
"But, Veronica, those who are in h.e.l.l never come out of it."
"No, they never come out of it; only Christ can do all things, and He descended into h.e.l.l, not to watch the tortures of the d.a.m.ned--you couldn't think that, Sister Teresa?--but to save those who had died before His coming. Once we had a meditation on a subject given to us by Mother Hilda from one of the Gospels: Three men were seen coming from a tomb, two supporting a man standing between them, the shadow of the Cross came from behind; and the heads of two men touched the sky, but the head of the man they supported pa.s.sed through the sky, and far beyond it, for the third man was our Lord coming out of h.e.l.l."
"But, Veronica, you were telling me about the counterparts."
"Well, Sister Teresa, the counterparts are those whom Christ redeemed in those three days, and they come and visit every convent."
"In what guise do they come?" Evelyn asked. And she heard that the arrival of the counterpart was always unexpected, but was preceded by an especially happy state of quiet exaltation.
"Have you never felt that feeling, Sister Teresa? As if one were detached from everything, and ready to take flight."
"Yes, dear, I think I know what you mean. But the counterpart is a sort of marriage, and you know Christ says that there is neither marriage, nor giving in marriage, when the kingdom of G.o.d shall come to pa.s.s."
"Not giving in marriage," the girl answered, "as is understood in the world, but we shall all meet in heaven; and the meeting of our counterpart on earth is but a faint shadow of the joy we shall experience after death--an indwelling, spirit within spirit, and nothing external. That is how Mother Hilda teaches St. Teresa when we read her in the novitiate."
"Sister Teresa is wonderful--her ravishments when G.o.d descended upon her and she seemed to be borne away. But I didn't think that any one among you experienced anything like that. It doesn't seem to me that a counterpart is quite the same; there is something earthly."
"No, Sister, nothing earthly whatever."
"But, Veronica, you said that Sister Mary John left the convent because she believed me to be her counterpart. I am in the world, am I not?"
A perplexed look came into Veronica's face, and she said:
"There are counterparts and counterparts."
"And you think I am a wicked counterpart? You wouldn't like me to be yours?"
"I didn't say that, Sister; only mine is in heaven."
"And when did he come last to you?" Evelyn asked, as she folded up the vestments.
"Teresa, you are folding those vestments wrong. You're not thinking of what you're doing." And the vestments turned the talk back to Father Ambrose.
"Surely the monk isn't the counterpart you were speaking of just now?"
"No, indeed, my counterpart is quite different from Father Ambrose; he is young and beautiful. Father Ambrose has got a beautiful soul, and I love him very dearly; but my counterpart is, as I have said, in heaven, Sister."
The conversation fell, and Evelyn did not dare to ask another question; indeed, she determined never to speak on the subject again to Veronica. But a few days afterwards she yielded to the temptation to speak, or Veronica--she could not tell which was to blame in this matter, but she found herself listening to Veronica telling how she had, for weeks before meeting with her counterpart, often felt a soft hand placed upon her, and the touch would seem so real that she would forget what she was doing, and look for the hand without being able to find it.
"One night it seemed, dear, as if I could not keep on much longer, and all the time I kept waking up. At last I awoke, feeling very cold all over; it was an awful feeling, and I was so frightened that I could hardly summon courage to take my habit from the peg and put it upon my bed. But I did this, for, if what was coming were a wicked thought, it would not be able to find me out under my habit. At last I fell asleep, lying on my back with arms and feet folded, a position I always find myself in when I awake, no matter in what position I may go to sleep. Very soon I awoke, every fibre tingling, an exquisite sensation of glow, and I was lying on my left side (something I am never able to do), folded in the arms of my counterpart. I cannot give you any idea of the beauty of his flesh, and with what joy I beheld and felt it. Luminous flesh, and full of tints so beautiful that they cannot be imagined. You would have to see them. And he folded me so closely in his arms, telling me that it was his coming that had caused the coldness; and then telling of his love for me, and how he would watch over me and care for me. After saying that, he folded me so closely that we seemed to become one person; and then my flesh became beautiful, luminous, like his, and I seemed to have a feeling of love and tenderness for it. I saw his face, but it is too lovely to speak about. How could I think such a visitation sinful? for all my thoughts were of pure love, and he did not kiss me; but I fell asleep in his arms, and what a sleep I slept there! When I awoke he was no longer by me."
"But why should you think it was sinful, dear?"
"Because our counterpart really is, or should be, Jesus Christ; we are His brides, and mine was only an angel."