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"I thought she was worse, you look so pale." "Pale, do I? This dismal morning, I suppose. Grace," he said, lowering his tone and looking at her fixedly, "whose ghost did old Margery say she saw?" "Whose ghost! What a question!" "Answer it!" "Don't be so imperative, please. Master Harry's ghost, she said." "And Master Harry is Captain Danton's son?" "Was he is dead now."
He was no moral regenerator; the difference between him and Robespierre is typified in Danton's version of an old saying, that he who hates vices hates men. He was not free from that careless life-contemning desperation, which sometimes belongs to forcible natures. Danton cannot be called noble, because nobility implies a purity, an elevation, and a kind of seriousness which were not his.
"A messenger came for him some one sick in the village. Do take your dinner. I am sure you must want it." "How good he is," Kate thought. "How energetic and self-sacrificing. If I were a man, I should like to be such a man as he." After this night of good news, Harry Danton's recovery was almost miraculously rapid. The despair that had deadened every energy, every hope, was gone.
"Did you ever know a young lady yet who liked the idea of a step-mother?" said Grace, with a smile. "I never did. Miss Danton's dislike and aversion are unjust, perhaps; but perfectly natural. No, no, the autumn or winter will be soon enough, and take Kate travelling." "Very well, my dear; be it as you say. Now, where shall we go? Back to England?" "I think not," said Doctor Frank.
The business of the day went on in the house, doors opened and shut, Grace and Eeny came in and went away again, Doctor Frank came up to see Agnes Darling, who was nearly well; and in the study, Reginald Stanford was hearing the story of Miss Danton's midnight stroll. "You must have heard it sooner or later," Captain Danton said, "between this and next June. As well now as any other time."
Your father's marriage will be an accomplished fact, and our modern heroine says 'yes' to the first man who asks her to marry him in a fit of spleen, because she will be Grace Danton's step-daughter, and must retire a little into the background, and look forward to the common humdrum life ordinary mortals lead.
As the door closed after her, Captain Danton's wife faced round and renewed the attack. "If you want to know what is to detain you here, I can tell you now. Stay at home and marry Kate Danton." Her brother laughed, but in rather a constrained way. "That is easier said than done, sister mine. Miss Danton never did more than tolerate me in her life sometimes not even that.
There was the flash, the report of a pistol; Crosby, his guilty wife's lover, uttered a wild yell, sprang up in the air, and fell back shot through the heart." There was another dead pause. Captain Danton's steady voice momentarily failed, and Reginald Stanford sat in horrified silence. "What came next," continued the Captain, his voice tremulous, "the madman never knew.
"Eeny, how soon are you going?" "Oh, Grace," she said, coaxingly, "let me stay all night with you." "And keep me awake until morning, talking? Not I," said Grace. "Go!" "Please let me stay?" "No! Be off!" She lifted her up, led her to the door, and put her out, and Eeny ran off to her own chamber. As Grace closed her door, she heard Kate Danton's silk dress rustle upstairs.
Captain Danton's second daughter should be the one." "You really think so?" "I really do." "How unfortunate!" said Stanford, stroking his mustache. "Do you think it can be remedied?" "I think so." "By jilting it's an ugly word, too by jilting Kate?" "Precisely." "But she will break her heart." "No, she won't. I am a physician, and I know. Hearts never break, except in women's novels.
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