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She put her hand in her bosom and drew out a glittering plaything a curious dagger of foreign workmanship she had once taken from Carl Walraven. "Before I left home, Doctor Oleander, I took this. I did not expect to have to use it, but I took it. Look at it; see its blue, keen glitter. It is a pretty, little toy, but it proves you a false boaster and a liar! It leaves me one alternative death!"
Walraven peeped into the drawing-room, never seeing the slender figure amid the voluminous golden damask, and then reascended the stairs. Mollie was again in silence and solitude. "Now, what are those two up to, I should like to know?" soliloquized the young lady. "Some piece of atrocious mischief, I'll be bound!
Walraven rose, sought out her blotting-book, took a sheet of paper and an envelope, and scrawled two or three words to her cousin: "DEAR GUY, Come to me at once. I wish to see you most particularly. Don't lose a moment. "Very truly, Ringing the bell, Mrs.
And Mollie went in, her face radiant, and all the world changed since she had left. With the "witching hour of candle-light" came Mr. Ingelow again, to spend the evening with his lady-love. He looked a little serious, as Mollie saw. "What is it, Hugh?" she asked, in alarm. "Nothing much. I was thinking of Walraven. I saw him this afternoon." "Well?" breathlessly. "He is off again.
"Behold the magic key to every heart, Cricket! Here, you shall be my purse-bearer now." He tossed it into her lap. Mollie's blue eyes sparkled. She was only seventeen, poor child, and she liked money for what money brought. "I shall leave you now," Mr. Walraven said, looking at his watch. "Three o'clock, Mollie, and time for rehearsal.
Very, very pretty she looked, with all her loose golden ringlets, and that brilliant flush on either cheek; and so Mrs. Walraven and her son thought when she appeared, like a radiant vision, in the dining-room. The afternoon and evening went like a swift dream of delight in viewing the house and its splendors.
The ambassadors were Walraven, Seignior of Brederode, Cornelis van der Myle, son-in-law of the Advocate, and Jacob van Maldere.
I'm not worth it, you see, and if you take me for more than my value, and get disappointed afterward, the fault's not mine, but yours." Mr. Walraven looked at her in surprise. "Rather a lengthy speech, isn't it, Mollie? Suppose you leave off lecturing, and tell us where you've been for the last two weeks." "Where do you suppose I've been?" "We can't suppose on such a question; it is impossible.
The way you devoted yourself to that young man last night set everybody talking." "Let 'em talk," responded Miss Dane, loftily. "When Mr. Ingelow followed me all the way from New York, I think it was the very least I could do in common politeness. He found it a waste and howling wilderness without me yes, he did; he said so. And then, Mr. Walraven, I like him." "You like him?"
Ingelow obeyed with no very good grace; the sparkling, blue-eyed coquette had made wild work with his artist heart already. "Mrs. Walraven desired me to bring you to her for a moment," the suave doctor said, offering his arm. "May I have the honor?" Mr. Ingelow's eyes flashed angrily, and Mollie, seeing it, and being a born coquette, took the proffered arm at once.
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