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Faynie repeated the words in an awful whisper. It seemed to her that every drop of blood in her veins seemed suddenly turned to ice. A mist swam before her eyes and she put out her hand gropingly, grasping the back of the nearest chair for support. She did not even hear the last of the sentence. Her thoughts and hearing seemed to end with that one awful word.
"If he tortured me to the gates of death I could endure it, but the very thought that my innocent darling, my beautiful, tender little Faynie, is in that dastardly villain's power, fairly goads me to madness. Oh, Heaven! if I but had the strength of Samson for but a single hour, to burst these cruel bonds asunder and fly to my dear one's side!"
You will not betray me, Claire you dare not, knowing that it was done for your sake, Claire." The girl was not naturally wicked; she had always had a great respect for the high-bred, beautiful Faynie her stepfather's daughter by his first wife. There had been no discord between the two young girls.
Nerving herself for the ordeal, the girl crept to the door and timidly swung it back. There was a figure bending over the writing desk; not the tall form of her father, but her stepmother. Faynie drew back with a startled cry.
He was ushered into a drawing-room of such magnificence that for a moment he fairly caught his breath in wonder. "So this was the home of Faynie Fairfax, the girl whom I wedded in the old church and who died so suddenly on her bridal eve," he soliloquized.
I command you!" she cried, her voice rising to a shrill scream in her rising anger. Faynie turned a face toward her white as a marble statue, but no word broke from her lips. The presence of the others seemed to bring Kendale back to his senses.
Weak and faint from her recent illness, Faynie, the beautiful, petted little heiress of a short time before, huddled into a corner of the seat by the door, and drawing her veil carefully over her face, wept silently and unheeded as the midnight express bore her along to her destination.
"Faynie Fairfax, why do I find you here, in the library, in the dead of the night, in the company of the man who is to wed my daughter Claire, and who parted from her scarcely two hours since, supposedly to leave the house? Why are you two here together! Explain this most extraordinary and most atrocious scene at once.
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