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I do not say that Lydia was a fond wife to Vrain, but he treated her so badly that he could not expect her to be; and I dare say I am the one to blame all through, as I made Lydia marry Vrain when she loved Ferruci. But I did it all for the best, so as to get money for my dear girl; and if it has turned out for the worst, my inordinate affection for my child is to blame.
She heard talk of his estates in the gossip of the Pension, and believing him to be rich, she decided to marry him instead of throwing herself away in a romantic fit on Ferruci." "Did she love this Italian?" "Yes, I am sure she did; and, what is more, she loves him still!" "What! Is Count Ferruci still acquainted with Mrs. Vrain?" "He is, as you shall hear.
"I asked him to call about this time," said Ferruci, glancing at his watch. "When Mrs. Vrain speak to me of what you say I wish to defend myself, so I write last night to my friend to talk with you this day. I get his telegram saying he would come at two hours." Lucian glanced in his turn at his watch. "Half-past one," he said, beckoning to a cab.
The girl was there, as brisk and businesslike as ever. She looked up as they approached, and came forward to serve them, with a swift glance at both. "I am sorry to trouble you again," said Lucian ceremoniously, "but you told me yesterday that you sold a blue cloak, lined with rabbit skin, to an Italian gentleman, and " "And am I the gentleman?" interrupted Ferruci. "Did I buy a cloak?"
But now that Ferruci is dead, I fancy Rhoda is the only witness who can prove Wrent's guilt. That is why she ran away. I don't wonder she was afraid to stay. But I feel quite worn out with all this, Diana. Please give me a biscuit and a glass of port; I have had nothing all day." With a sigh, Diana touched the bell, and when the waiter made his appearance gave the order.
Clyne, as he well knew, was dominated in every way by his astute daughter, and did he learn Lucian's intentions, he was quite capable through sheer weakness of character of revealing the same to Lydia, who, in her turn since she was bent upon marrying Ferruci might retail them to the Italian, and so put him on his guard.
They proved to be hard up and mercenary, so Ferruci had no difficulty in gaining over both for his purpose. Ferruci, who was something of a chemist, created by means of some acid a scar on Clear's cheek like that on Vrain's, so that he resembled my son-in-law in every way save that he had lost one little finger.
Still," added Lucian, reflectively, "I do not believe that Lydia is so guilty as Wrent. That scoundrel seems to be at the bottom of the affair. Ferruci and he contrived and carried out the whole thing between them, and a precious pair of villains they are." "Will Wrent be arrested?" "If he can be found; but I fancy the scoundrel has made himself scarce out of fright.
"No," replied the shopwoman, after a sharp glance. "This is not the gentleman who bought the cloak." "You see, Mr. Denzil," said Ferruci, turning triumphantly to Lucian, "I did not buy this cloak; I am not the Italian this lady speaks of." Lucian was extremely astonished at this unexpected testimony in favour of the Count, and questioned the shopwoman sharply.
You wish to know who Wrent is you shall never know." He raised the bottle to his lips before Lucian, motionless with horror, could rush forward, and the next moment Count Ercole Ferruci was lying dead on the floor. That afternoon London was ringing with the news of Ferruci's suicide; but no paper could give any reason for the rash act.
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