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# IV. ## Overview Section "IV." is a segment of text from a larger work, identified as part of "BOOK XII. ISABEL: MRS. GLENDINNING: THE PORTRAIT: AND LUCY.". It was extracted from the file "pierre.txt" and is part of the "Melville Complete Works" collection. ## Context This section follows section "III." and precedes section "IV." within the chapter. The narrative focuses on the character Lucy, who is in a state of distress and illness. Mrs. Glendinning visits Lucy, who is unresponsive. Martha, Lucy's maid, explains that Lucy has been ill all day and the doctor has prescribed quiet. The conversation reveals that Lucy's aunt, Mrs. Lanyllyn, has also fallen ill after seeing Lucy. Mrs. Glendinning reacts with anger and pride, defending her son. ## Contents The text describes a scene where Mrs. Glendinning visits a gravely ill Lucy. Lucy is depicted as pale and unresponsive, lying in a state of deep sorrow. Martha, the maid, conveys the severity of Lucy's condition and the doctor's orders for quiet. The interaction between Mrs. Glendinning and Martha reveals underlying tensions and a conflict regarding Mrs. Glendinning's son. The section highlights Lucy's suffering and the emotional turmoil surrounding her.

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IV. That same sunset Lucy lay in her chamber. A knock was heard at its door, and the responding Martha was met by the now self-controlled and resolute face of Mrs. Glendinning. "How is your young mistress, Martha? May I come in?" But waiting for no answer, with the same breath she passed the maid, and determinately entered the room. She sat down by the bed, and met the open eye, but closed and pallid mouth of Lucy. She gazed rivetedly and inquisitively a moment; then turned a quick aghast look toward Martha, as if seeking warrant for some shuddering thought. "Miss Lucy"--said Martha--"it is your--it is Mrs. Glendinning. Speak to her, Miss Lucy." As if left in the last helpless attitude of some spent contortion of her grief, Lucy was not lying in the ordinary posture of one in bed, but lay half crosswise upon it, with the pale pillows propping her hueless form, and but a single sheet thrown over her, as though she were so heart overladen, that her white body could not bear one added feather. And as in any snowy marble statue, the drapery clings to the limbs; so as one found drowned, the thin, defining sheet invested Lucy. "It is Mrs. Glendinning. Will you speak to her, Miss Lucy?" The thin lips moved and trembled for a moment, and then were still again, and augmented pallor shrouded her. Martha brought restoratives; and when all was as before, she made a gesture for the lady to depart, and in a whisper, said, "She will not speak to any; she does not speak to me. The doctor has just left--he has been here five times since morning--and says she must be kept entirely quiet." Then pointing to the stand, added, "You see what he has left--mere restoratives. Quiet is her best medicine now, he says. Quiet, quiet, quiet! Oh, sweet quiet, wilt thou now ever come?" "Has Mrs. Tartan been written to?" whispered the lady. Martha nodded. So the lady moved to quit the room, saying that once every two hours she would send to know how Lucy fared. "But where, where is her aunt, Martha?" she exclaimed, lowly, pausing at the door, and glancing in sudden astonishment about the room; "surely, surely, Mrs. Lanyllyn--" "Poor, poor old lady," weepingly whispered Martha, "she hath caught infection from sweet Lucy's woe; she hurried hither, caught one glimpse of that bed, and fell like dead upon the floor. The Doctor hath two patients now, lady"--glancing at the bed, and tenderly feeling Lucy's bosom, to mark if yet it heaved; "Alack! Alack! oh, reptile! reptile! that could sting so sweet a breast! fire would be too cold for him--accursed!" "Thy own tongue blister the roof of thy mouth!" cried Mrs. Glendinning, in a half-stifled, whispering scream. "'Tis not for thee, hired one, to rail at my son, though he were Lucifer, simmering in Hell! Mend thy manners, minx!" And she left the chamber, dilated with her unconquerable pride, leaving Martha aghast at such venom in such beauty.

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