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Updated: April 30, 2025
"If my father has expressed the desire that I shall stay here six months, I I shall do so, even though it breaks my heart," Faynie had said. She kept her own apartments, refusing to come down to her meals, and Mrs. Fairfax humored this whim by ordering Faynie's meals served in her rooms.
But Claire did not stir; she stood quite still, looking from the one to the other, as though she could not fully comprehend all that she saw and heard. By this time Kendale had recovered from his shock, and as he listened to Faynie's recital, realized that she was not indeed a ghost, but the heiress of the Fairfax millions, and his own wife at that.
"Well, all this could be mine for the fighting for it as Faynie's husband, who has survived her, but, as Halloran would say, 'It's a deal easier getting the same fortune by marrying the stepmother's daughter, who has come into it by Faynie's father cutting her off at the eleventh hour. "I wonder what the girl Claire is like."
As if impelled by that steady, serpentine, fiery glance, the girl moaned uneasily. "Awaking at last!" he muttered, with a diabolical smile. At that moment Faynie's violet eyes opened wide and stared up into his face.
"Mamma wanted the marriage put off for a year I am so young but Lester was so impatient that he would consent to no such arrangement. He wants the ceremony performed with as little delay as is absolutely necessary." "Lester!" The name went through Faynie's heart like the thrust of a knife.
"While I have just been wondering how they took Faynie's elopement and never hearing from her since and wondering how in the world I was to discover all that lo! a way is opened to me!"
Meanwhile, girl like, Claire had flown to Faynie's apartment to tell her the wonderful news that her handsome lover had really proposed and her mother had given her consent, and she was to be married at once. Faynie's swoon had put a stop to confiding to her all the wonderful things Lester had said.
Faynie's home was not as congenial to the young girl as it might have been, for a stepmother reigned supreme there, and all of her love was lavished upon her own daughter Claire, a crippled, quiet girl of about Faynie's own age, and Faynie was left to do about as she pleased. Her father almost lived in his library among his books, and she saw little of him for days at a time.
The plan which Halloran had laid out was to wait a reasonable time, then put in an appearance, stating that he was Faynie's husband, and that she had just died, and claim her portion of the estate. Every detail had been most carefully mapped out; but here he saw an easier way of gaining that same fortune without the trouble of litigation marry the girl Claire.
With returning consciousness, Faynie's violet eyes opened slowly taking in, by the flickering light of the candle, the strange room in which she found herself; then, as they opened wider, in amazement too great for words, she beheld the figure of a man, half hidden among the shadows, standing but a few feet away from the couch, his eyes fastened upon her; she could even hear his nervous breathing.
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