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"Mary," Berrington said with firmness. "You are utterly wrong. I have had the story from Field only to-night, who has heard it from the lips of Miss Decié herself. She is a girl as good and pure as yourself. From first to last she was deceived. If Frank Leviter, the man who sacrificed his life for her sake and whom she loved, had lived, the mask would have fallen from your eyes.
Miss Naylor bobbed her head; a tear trickled off her nose. "Do let us wind your skein of woof!" she said with resounding gaiety. Some half-hour later Mrs. Decie called Christian to her room. "My dear!" she said; "come here a minute; I have a message for you." Christian went with an odd, set look about her mouth.
Your brother treated Violet Decié as he treated you, as he treated everybody. He was bad to the core of his being, and he has been saved from a shameful death by an accident. If you will try to get all that into your mind you will be a happier woman. You have lost three of the best years of your life years that belonged to me as well as to you in pursuit of a mistaken sense of duty.
Both girls wore white, and Harz, who sat opposite Christian, kept looking at her, and wondering why he had not painted her in that dress. Mrs. Decie understood the art of dining the dinner, ordered by Herr Paul, was admirable; the servants silent as their shadows; there was always a hum of conversation.
"Evidently a pretty good firm," Field muttered. "I'll go round there at once and see Mr. George Fleming. But there is one thing, you will be silent as to all I have told you. We are on the verge of very important discoveries, and a word at random might ruin everything." Violet Decié said that she perfectly well understood what she had to do. "Sartoris may try to see you again," Field continued.
Quelle diable d'afaire!" 'French! thought Mrs. Decie; 'we shall soon have peace. Poor Christian! I'm sorry! After all, these things are a matter of time and opportunity. This consoled her a good deal. But for Christian the hours were a long nightmare of grief and shame, fear and anger. Would he forgive? Would he be true to her? Or would he go away without a word?
Decie, covering her lips, disappeared with a rustling of silk; in her place stood a stiff man in blue.... Thus the morning dragged itself away without any one being able to settle to anything, except Herr Paul, who was settled in bed. As was fitting in a house that had lost its soul, meals were neglected, even by the dog.
My witness is Miss Violet Decié, only daughter of Lord Edward Decié of that ilk." The lawyer's dry, cautious manner seemed to be melting. He took up a sheet of parchment and read it. It was a deed of some kind, in which the names of Charles Darryll and Carl Sartoris figured very frequently. Field asked to be told the gist of it. "An assignment of mining rights," Fleming explained.
Field listened patiently enough to the strange story. He had yet a few questions to ask. "You think that Mr. Grey had been initiated into the mysteries of those rites?" he asked. "And that his idea was to initiate you into them also?" "I think so," Violet Decié said with a shudder. "There are such strange and weird things in the East that even the cleverest of our scholars know nothing of them.
"Enough to give Sir Charles a large income, pay his debts, and provide for Miss Decié besides. I shall see my father to-night, and will go thoroughly into the question with him." The thing was left at that, and Berrington made his preparations to depart. Mary was crying quietly now with the keen edge of her grief taken off. Mark and Beatrice drew aside, so that the others could talk in private.
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