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A leafy dwelling, fit to be the home of elf or fairy, where first I told my love to thee, thou cold and stately Hermione! A little peasant girl stood near, and listened all the while, with eyes of wonder and delight, and an unconscious smile, to hear the stranger still speak on in accents deep yet mild, none else was with us in that hour, save God and that peasant child!" "Why, it is in rhyme!"
Marcelle was crying as though she had lost a lover or some dear relative; when Hermione bade her prepare for their departure, she gave no heed, but wailed her sorrow aloud. "I d-don't believe them, miladi," she sobbed. "Mr. Curtis will wring the lawyer-man's neck to-morrow. . . . I know he will. . . . Did Mr. Curtis kill poor Mr. Hunter?
Beholding his pale, set face Hermione, sighing deeply, shrank away; even M'Ginnis blenched as, very slowly, Ravenslee approached him, speaking softly the while. "Get out, Mr. Flowers, get out! Don't say another word no, not one, if only because of 'that dog-gone fool Heine! Now go, or so help me God, this time I'll kill you!" Hermione leaned her trembling body against the table for support.
"You have known it, you have known it, but you try to keep me in the dark." Suddenly she was horribly conscious of the darkness of the night in which they were together, of the darkness of the world. "You love to keep me in the dark, in prison. It is cruel, it is wicked of you." "But Hermione " "Take care, Emile, take care or I shall hate you for keeping me in the dark."
It was only for a moment, but it was long enough. Hermione took his passive hand in hers, very timidly, and looked into his face. "You are not angry with me any more?" she said. "No, not in the least," he answered. "I believe you did what you believed to be best, the other night. No one can do more than that." "Yes, but you thought I was not in earnest."
Hermione, her arm resting on a pillar, was elevated by about six inches, which she counted on as a means of showing her pretty foot and instep, when at the given signal she should advance and descend.
I contrived to send him warning of his friend's falsehood; alas! my care has only hastened his utter ruin, unless speedy aid be found. He charged his false friend with treachery, and drew on him in the Park, and is now liable to the fatal penalty due for breach of privilege of the king's palace." "This is indeed an extraordinary tale," said Hermione; "is Lord Glenvarloch then in prison?"
She could scarcely believe that Vere, that Gaspare, that the servants were there among them Peppina with her cross. They said Peppina had the evil eye. Had she perhaps cast a spell to-night? Hermione did not smile at such an imagination as she dismissed it.
"I know all about Peppina, Marchese," Hermione replied, quietly. "Truly? Ah!" His large round eyes were still fixedly staring at her. "Good-bye, Signora!" he said. "Thank you for a very charming colazione. And I shall look forward with all my heart to the evening you have kindly suggested." "I shall write directly I have arranged with Don Emilio." "Thank you! Thank you! A rivederci, Signora."
Then he seized Steingall's hand and wrung it warmly. "Hermione and I have been wondering what we can do to show our sense of gratitude to you and Mr. Clancy," he said. "Nothing, sir," broke in the detective. "It was all in the way of business, so to speak." "Yes, and our recognition of your services will take shape in that direction," said Curtis.
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