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"Mellen," he said, wringing Grantley's hand, "I want to be married to-morrow, and carry her away." "Fuller, what is the meaning of this?" demanded Mellen, pained and surprised, while Elizabeth stood up aghast at this sudden outburst. "It means just this, Mellen, I don't care a tin whistle for what has gone before, and I feel strong enough to take care of anything that may come after.
The first days passed and still the sky was unclouded. Grantley Mellen began to think that he was at last to be happy, and grew cheerful with the thought. So for a time love cast out all fear in the husband's heart.
There was bitter truth in the tone, but before Mellen could move or speak, the door opened and two officers entered the room. "We have him safe," said one of the intruders as he passed Mellen. "Caught at last, my fine fellow." Ford started back thrust one hand under his vest, and drew it out again there was a flash a stunning report he staggered back against the wall, shot through the chest.
If you cross my path again, nothing shall keep me from exposing you to the whole world." All at once, North came out from the shadows that had concealed his face, and stood before the man he had so foully wronged. "Grantley Mellen," he said, "for your own sake, believe me. If this woman will not speak, I am not coward enough to keep silent."
"Yes; I don't mind that so much." "Shall you take a house in town, Grant?" asked Elsie. "Do you particularly wish it?" "Oh, it would be pleasant, of course." "Just as you and Elizabeth choose," he said. "For my part I would rather stay here," exclaimed Elizabeth. "And so would I," said Mellen. Elsie looked a little disappointed, but she concealed the feeling with her usual quickness.
"Fleet will probably die, and then will be out of the way. Or, if he lives, I can easily guard against him, and it will go no further. If she had been bewitched by a man like Mr. Mellen, the matter would have been more difficult.
They sat in that old fashioned room talking for a long time. It was the happiest, most peaceful day they had spent since Mellen's return. After a time, Mellen proposed that they should go out to ride, for the afternoon was sunny and delightful. "A long gallop over the hills will do you good," he said; "it is a shame to spend such weather in the house."
"Elsie requires great care," said Mellen, decidedly. Elsie did not look displeased; she liked being considered weak and delicate; it made her more petted and at liberty to indulge her numberless caprices in the most interesting manner. The family had that evening entirely to themselves, and it passed off very pleasantly.
Mellen stamped his foot passionately, furious with their nonsense, upbraiding himself that he could listen to the conversation of his own servants, yet unable to move away without hearing the revelation which Clorinda evidently had to make. After a little more persuasive eloquence which began to restore Clorinda's good-humor, Dolf said: "But do tell me what yer means 'bout de tree?"
"Why, how did you think of that?" demanded Elsie; "did she tell you? Have you " She stopped short, the words frozen on her lips by the look which Grantley Mellen still fixed upon his wife. Without changing that steady gaze, he extended his hand towards Elsie. "Give me the bracelet!" he said, in the cold, hard tone which, with him, was the sure forerunner of a tempest of passion.
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