Wilkie Collins

Poor Miss Finch Wilkie Collins

You are here invited to read the story of an Event which occurred in an out-of-the-way cornerof England, some years since. The persons principally concerned in the Event are: -a blind girl; two (twin) brothers; a skilledsurgeon; and a curious foreign woman. I am the curious foreign woman. And I take it on myself-for reasons which will presently appear-to tell the story. So far we understand each other. Good. I may make myself known to you as briefly as I can. I am Madame Pratolungo-widow of that celebrated South American patriot, DoctorPratolungo. I am French by birth. Before I married the Doctor, I went through many vicissitudes inmy own country. They ended in leaving me (at an age which is of no consequence to anybody) withsome experience of the world; with a cultivated musical talent on the pianoforte; and with acomfortable little fortune unexpectedly bequeathed to me by a relative of my dear dead mother(which fortune I shared with good Papa and with my younger sisters). To these qualifications Iadded another, the most precious of all, when I married the Doctor; namely-a strong infusion ofultra-liberal principles. Vive la République!Some people do one thing, and some do another, in the way of celebrating the event of theirmarriage. Having become man and wife, Doctor Pratolungo and I took ship to Central America-and devoted our honey-moon, in those disturbed districts, to the sacred duty of destroying tyrants. Ah! the vital air of my noble husband was the air of revolutions. From his youth upwards he hadfollowed the glorious profession of Patriot. Wherever the people of the Southern New World roseand declared their independence-and, in my time, that fervent population did nothing else-therewas the Doctor self-devoted on the altar of his adopted country. He had been fifteen times exiled, and condemned to death in his absence, when I met with him in Paris-the picture of heroicpoverty, with a brown complexion and one lame leg. Who could avoid falling in love with such aman? I was proud when he proposed to devote me on the altar of his adopted country, as well ashimself-me, and my money. For, alas! everything is expensive in this world; including thedestruction of tyrants and the saving of Freedom. All my money went in helping the sacred cause ofthe people. Dictators and filibusters flourished in spite of us. Before we had been a year married, theDoctor had to fly (for the sixteenth time) to escape being tried for his life. My husband condemnedto death in his absence; and I with my pockets empty. This is how the Republic rewarded us. Andyet, I love the Republic. Ah, you monarchy-people, sitting fat and contented under tyrants, respectthat!This time, we took refuge in England. The affairs of Central America went on without us.