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"
The
concoction
of
the
draught
has
been
perfect
,
"
said
he
,
in
answer
to
Georgiana
’
s
look
.
"
Unless
all
my
science
have
deceived
me
,
it
cannot
fail
.
"
"
Save
on
your
account
,
my
dearest
Aylmer
,
"
observed
his
wife
,
"
I
might
wish
to
put
off
this
birthmark
of
mortality
by
relinquishing
mortality
itself
in
preference
to
any
other
mode
.
Life
is
but
a
sad
possession
to
those
who
have
attained
precisely
the
degree
of
moral
advancement
at
which
I
stand
.
Were
I
weaker
and
blinder
it
might
be
happiness
.
Were
I
stronger
,
it
might
be
endured
hopefully
.
But
,
being
what
I
find
myself
,
methinks
I
am
of
all
mortals
the
most
fit
to
die
.
"
"
You
are
fit
for
heaven
without
tasting
death
!
"
replied
her
husband
"
But
why
do
we
speak
of
dying
?
The
draught
cannot
fail
.
Behold
its
effect
upon
this
plant
.
"
On
the
window
seat
there
stood
a
geranium
diseased
with
yellow
blotches
,
which
had
overspread
all
its
leaves
.
Aylmer
poured
a
small
quantity
of
the
liquid
upon
the
soil
in
which
it
grew
.
In
a
little
time
,
when
the
roots
of
the
plant
had
taken
up
the
moisture
,
the
unsightly
blotches
began
to
be
extinguished
in
a
living
verdure
.
"
There
needed
no
proof
,
"
said
Georgiana
,
quietly
.
"
Give
me
the
goblet
I
joyfully
stake
all
upon
your
word
.
"
"
Drink
,
then
,
thou
lofty
creature
!
"
exclaimed
Aylmer
,
with
fervid
admiration
.
"
There
is
no
taint
of
imperfection
on
thy
spirit
.
Thy
sensible
frame
,
too
,
shall
soon
be
all
perfect
.
"
She
quaffed
the
liquid
and
returned
the
goblet
to
his
hand
.
"
It
is
grateful
,
"
said
she
with
a
placid
smile
.
"
Methinks
it
is
like
water
from
a
heavenly
fountain
;
for
it
contains
I
know
not
what
of
unobtrusive
fragrance
and
deliciousness
.
It
allays
a
feverish
thirst
that
had
parched
me
for
many
days
.
Now
,
dearest
,
let
me
sleep
.
My
earthly
senses
are
closing
over
my
spirit
like
the
leaves
around
the
heart
of
a
rose
at
sunset
.
"
She
spoke
the
last
words
with
a
gentle
reluctance
,
as
if
it
required
almost
more
energy
than
she
could
command
to
pronounce
the
faint
and
lingering
syllables
.
Scarcely
had
they
loitered
through
her
lips
ere
she
was
lost
in
slumber
.
Aylmer
sat
by
her
side
,
watching
her
aspect
with
the
emotions
proper
to
a
man
the
whole
value
of
whose
existence
was
involved
in
the
process
now
to
be
tested
.
Mingled
with
this
mood
,
however
,
was
the
philosophic
investigation
characteristic
of
the
man
of
science
.
Not
the
minutest
symptom
escaped
him
.
A
heightened
flush
of
the
cheek
,
a
slight
irregularity
of
breath
,
a
quiver
of
the
eyelid
,
a
hardly
perceptible
tremor
through
the
frame
,
—
such
were
the
details
which
,
as
the
moments
passed
,
he
wrote
down
in
his
folio
volume
.
Intense
thought
had
set
its
stamp
upon
every
previous
page
of
that
volume
,
but
the
thoughts
of
years
were
all
concentrated
upon
the
last
.
While
thus
employed
,
he
failed
not
to
gaze
often
at
the
fatal
hand
,
and
not
without
a
shudder
.
Yet
once
,
by
a
strange
and
unaccountable
impulse
he
pressed
it
with
his
lips
.
His
spirit
recoiled
,
however
,
in
the
very
act
,
and
Georgiana
,
out
of
the
midst
of
her
deep
sleep
,
moved
uneasily
and
murmured
as
if
in
remonstrance
.
Again
Aylmer
resumed
his
watch
.
Nor
was
it
without
avail
.
The
crimson
hand
,
which
at
first
had
been
strongly
visible
upon
the
marble
paleness
of
Georgiana
’
s
cheek
,
now
grew
more
faintly
outlined
.
She
remained
not
less
pale
than
ever
;
but
the
birthmark
with
every
breath
that
came
and
went
,
lost
somewhat
of
its
former
distinctness
.
Its
presence
had
been
awful
;
its
departure
was
more
awful
still
.
Watch
the
stain
of
the
rainbow
fading
out
the
sky
,
and
you
will
know
how
that
mysterious
symbol
passed
away
.
