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Moreover, to the astonishment of the Bosekop folk, the sailing-brig known as the Valkyrie, belonging to Olaf Gueldmar, which had been hauled up high and dry on the shore for many months, was suddenly seen afloat on the Fjord, and Valdemar Svensen, Errington's pilot, appeared to be busily engaged upon her decks, putting everything in ship-shape order.
The sight of Errington's luxurious surroundings seemed to take something from the load upon her conscience, and this sense of partial relief gave brilliancy to her eyes, as the fresh balmy air gave her something of her former rich coloring. "By Jove!" cried Colonel Ormonde, as Katherine took her place at luncheon, "your drive has agreed with you. I've never seen you look so well.
Something of gentle resignation in her tone struck the Frenchman's sense of chivalry; had she been like any ordinary woman, bent on conquest, he would have taken a mischievous delight in inventing a long list of fair ones supposed to be deeply enamored of Errington's good looks, but this girl's innocent inquiring face inspired him with quite a different sentiment.
He advanced a step nearer, and studied them both with such earnest and searching scrutiny, that as they remembered the real attraction that had drawn them thither, the conscious blood mounted to their faces, flushing Errington's forehead to the very roots of his curly brown hair. Still the old man gazed as though he sought to read their very souls.
The words seemed to ring in Diana's ears, and side by side with them, as though to add a substance of reality, came the memory of Errington's own bitter exclamation: "I forgot that I'm a man barred out from all that makes life worth living!"
Errington, this first sunshine's as seductive as a pretty child makes one ready to do anything! Why, I saw an old crossing-sweeper just now sweeping nothing at all for it's as dry as a bone, you see and I had to fork out a sixpence; encouraged useless industry just because of the change in the weather, 'pon my word, eh?" Mrs. Errington's lips tightened ever so little.
In fact, he showed more emotion than Errington, yet it did not impress Katherine so much as Errington's deep, suppressed feeling. "But what are you to do?" he said, raising his head, which he had bowed on his hand in a kind of despair. "It is just the question I have been asking myself," said Katherine, quietly. "For even if dear old Mr.
I have heard you sing it a hundred times," cried Mrs. Ormonde, joining them. "Why, it was a great favorite with poor dear Mrs. Liddell." "I cannot sing it, Ada," repeated Katherine, quick and low. As she spoke she caught Errington's eyes. "No one ought to dictate to a songstress," he said, very decidedly. "Give us anything you like, so long as you sing."
"It isn't fair," she burst out passionately. "It isn't fair to put it like that. Why should I, and you, and Diana all of us be sacrificed for Adrienne?" "Because you and I are what we are, and because Diana is my wife." Olga looked at him curiously. "Then if it came to a choice you would actually sacrifice Diana?" Errington's face whitened. "It will not it shall not!" he said vehemently.
That she was Errington's fiancee gave her a curious interest in Katherine's eyes. She would willingly have done him all possible good; she was strangely attracted to the man she had cheated. There was a simple natural dignity about him that pleased her imagination, yet she almost dreaded to speak to him, lest the very tones of her voice, the encounter of their eyes, should betray her.
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