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A loud peal of thunder like a salvo of artillery accompanied their departure from Soroe, and Thelma shivered a little as she heard it. "You are nervous, Mademoiselle Gueldmar?" asked Duprez, noticing her tremor. "Oh no," she answered brightly. "Nervous? That is to be afraid, I am not afraid of a storm, but I do not like it.
In one corner the stalactites had clustered into the shape of a large chair overhung by a canopy, and Duprez perceiving it, exclaimed he listened, and seemed satisfied; then, turning away, he linked his arm through Philip's, and said, "Voila! A queen's throne! Come Mademoiselle Gueldmar, you must sit in it!" "But I am not a queen," laughed Thelma.
"My dear sir," said Lorimer, "England does not possess these climatic advantages, and yet Shakespeare was an Englishman." "He must have travelled," returned Gueldmar positively. "No one will make me believe that the man never visited Italy. His Italian scenes prove it, they are full of the place and the people.
"He was asleep, and doesn't want to own it!" interrupted Lorimer sententiously. "You will excuse him; he means well! He looks rather seedy. I think, Mr. Gueldmar, we'll be off to the yacht. By the way, you're coming with us to-morrow, aren't you?" "Oh yes," said Thelma. "We will sail with you round by Soroe, it is weird and dark and grand; but I think it is beautiful.
What Errington would have answered is doubtful, his heart beat wildly he longed to draw those little hands in his own, and cover them with passionate kisses, but he was intercepted by old Gueldmar, who caught his daughter in his arms and hugged her closely, his silvery beard mingling with the gold of her rippling hair. "Never fear a wicked tongue, my bird!" said the old man fondly.
"It matters not!" and Lovisa regarded him with a strange and awful smile. "I have had my revenge!" She stopped abruptly, then went on "'Twas a fair bride you chose, Olaf Gueldmar child of an alien from these shores, Thelma, with the treacherous laughter and light of the South in her eyes and smile!
Besides, I took your face on trust, as you took mine." "Then," declared Gueldmar, with a smile, "I have nothing more to say, except" and he stretched out both hands "may the great gods prosper your wooing! You offer a fairer fate to Thelma than I had dreamed of for her but I know not what the child herself may say " Philip interrupted him. His eyes flashed, and he smiled.
The ceremony was witnessed by her father and Errington's friends, and when it was concluded they had all gone on their several ways, old Gueldmar for a "toss" on the Bay of Biscay, the yacht Eulalie, with Lorimer, Macfarlane, and Duprez on board, back to England, where these gentlemen had separated to their respective homes, while Errington, with his beautiful bride, and Britta in demure and delighted attendance on her, went straight to Copenhagen.
"Why why are you sorry for me?" "Do not answer her, child!" interrupted Gueldmar angrily. "She is mad as the winds of a wild winter, and will but vex thee." But Thelma laid her hand soothingly on her father's, and smiled peacefully as she turned her fair face again towards Lovisa. "Why?" she said. "Because you seem so very lonely and sad and that must make you cross with every one who is happy!
But his face was pale, and his eyes blazed dangerously. Almost unconsciously his hand toyed with the rose Thelma had given him, that still ornamented his button-hole. "Mon Dieu!" cried Duprez in amazement. "But look not at me like that! It seems to displease you, to put you en fureur, what I say! It is not my story, it is not I, I know not Mademoiselle Gueldmar.
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