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Updated: June 13, 2025
As we drove we made various hurried plans as to what we should do if we were refused admittance. We were determined at least to see Karine, even if we were obliged to force our way into her presence. As we got out of the carriage and ran up the four or five broad stone steps that led to the front door, something crackled under our feet like exaggerated grains of sand.
Between the horns of this dilemma and heaven knows they were both sharp enough I could only choose the one on which Karine and I seemed less likely to be torn; and therefore it was that I elected to go to America. I did not feel that I could bear to leave without a word to her. How could I tell in what light my absence might be made to appear?
"I have nothing of my own, you know, except what I can make by my wits, for my father disinherited me, and I've had just a little too much pride ever to take anything from Karine. Wildred offered me ten thousand pounds to work this business for him; half to be paid down, half when the thing had been successfully carried through to the close.
There was evidently no hope in that direction, and dizzy with my own rage and desperation, I began attempting some of the windows. But all were secured with the impregnable shutters and bars inside, and it would have seemed that the inmates of the House by the Lock were prepared to stand a siege. Whether it was Karine whom I believed I had heard weeping or not, I could not be sure.
It is needless to say that I did not laugh, but something of what was in my mind must have been visible on my face, for Karine, as she finished her story, looked up at me searchingly. "What are you hiding from me, Mr. Stanton?" she anxiously questioned. "It is about the ring and if you are my friend, as you say, you will not keep it a secret from me."
There stood Karine Cunningham, in white from head to foot; a long soft evening cloak, with shining silver threads straying over its snowy surface, hung loosely about her, for she had fastened it at the throat, and I could see a gleam of bare neck, hung with a rope of pearls, and the delicate folds of chiffon belted in with jewels at her girlish waist.
Only fancy how the world would sympathise with the husband of so beautiful and popular a girl as yourself if he were bereaved of you during the honeymoon?" "Oh, you are horrible horrible! It is like death even to listen to you!" cried Karine. "If only there was a soul on earth to help me but there's none none!" His answer, if he had made one, was drowned in the crashing of glass.
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