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Updated: May 23, 2025
That night, two brown eyes, haunted Sir Victor Catheron's slumbers two brown eyes sparkling through unshed tears two red lips trembling like the lips of a child. For the owner of the eyes and lips, she put the camellias, carefully in water, and far away in the small hours went to bed and to sleep.
It was a very dark night, and no doubt her escape was easily enough effected. If any proof of the prisoner's guilt were needed, her flight from justice surely renders it. Miss Catheron's friends have been permitted from the first to visit her at their pleasure and bring her what they chose the result is to be seen to-day. The police, both of our town and the metropolis, are diligently at work.
I am Sir Victor Catheron's wife, and mistress of Catheron Royals this is the last night it will ever shelter you. Then she opens the door. 'Go! she said; 'when my husband returns you or I leave this forever. Neither of them took the least notice of me; I was afraid of being seen, and kept as quiet as I could.
I got up and joined them that's everything I know about it." Ellen Butters retired, and William Hooper was called. This is Mr. Hooper's evidence: "I have been butler in Sir Victor Catheron's family for twenty years.
She sat reading, while the afternoon wore on, and Trixy fussed and fluttered about the room. "Afraid of the people who are coming here to-night is that what you mean? Not a whit! I know as well as you do, they are coming to inspect and find fault with Sir Victor Catheron's choice, to pity him, and call me an adventuress.
He feels he could as easily leap from the car window and end it all, as ask Sir Victor Catheron's richly dowered widow to be his wife. She made her choice three years ago she must abide by that choice her life long. "And then," he thinks rather doggedly, "this fancy of mine may be only fancy. The leopard cannot change his spots, and an ambitious, mercenary woman cannot change her nature.
Ethel, shrinking from her husband almost as much as from his cousin, lies back in a corner, pale and mute. Inez Catheron's dauntless black eyes look up at the white, countless stars as she softly hums a tune. Sir Victor sits with his eyes shut, but he is not asleep. He is in a rage with himself, he hates his cousin, he is afraid to look at his wife.
The way he went on that night, kissing my hand, and calling me Beatrix, and talking of speaking to pa, and meaning you all the time, is enough enough to drive a person stark, staring mad. All Englishmen are fools there!" exclaimed Miss Stuart, sparks of fire drying up her tears, "and Sir Victor Catheron's the biggest fool of the lot!" "What, Trix! for wanting to marry me?"
He knew that she was crying silent, miserable tears tears that were for him. He stood pale, composed, expectant waiting for the end. "Come up," Miss Catheron's soft voice at the head of the stairs called. Once more he gave his aunt his arm, once more in silence they went in together. A breathless hush seemed to lie upon the house and all within it.
The dark image of Inez as his wife faded out of his mind, never to return more. The earthly name of this dazzling divinity in yellow ringlets and pink muslin was Ethel Margaretta Dobb! Dobb! It might have disenchanted a less rapturous adorer it fell powerless on Sir Victor Catheron's infatuated ear.
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