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Updated: May 31, 2025
They sat round the opening before Lenora's tent till the moon was high in the heavens. Quest, who had been on the outside of the circle for some little time, suddenly rose to his feet and crossed over to the cook wagon. Long Jim, who was sitting on the steps, glanced up a little surlily. "Who's inside there?" Quest asked. Long Jim removed his pipe from his teeth.
Mag arose to comply with his wishes, but ere she had reached the door Mrs. Hamilton gently detained her, saying, "Maggie, dear, Lenora has always slept near me, and as I knew you would not object, if you were here, I took the liberty to remove your piano to the parlor, and to fit this up for Lenora's sleeping-room.
Hamilton, "may you never know what it is to be the unhappy mother of such a child!" "Amen!" was Lenora's fervent response, as she glided from the room. For three days the body of Mr. Hamilton lay upon the marble center table in the darkened parlor. Up and down the long staircases, and through the silent rooms, the servants moved noiselessly.
In truth, the strange words that started the tears into his daughter's eyes had excited the reflection in his own mind that another person was, perhaps, about to share his Lenora's love and probably to separate him from her forever.
"To a lady from the East one whom he used to know and flirt with when he was in college!" was Lenora's grave reply. "What is her name?" asked Kate. "Her name? Let me see Miss Blackwell Blackmer Blackheart. It sounds the most like Blackheart." "What a queer name," said Kate; "but tell us what opportunity has Mr. Hamilton had of renewing his early acquaintance with the lady."
Go now; quit Grinselhof this time without seeing Lenora, for you ought not to meet her until this affair is settled. I will tell her myself whatever I think proper for her to know." Half pleased, half sad, his heart divided between joy and anxiety, Gustave bade farewell to Lenora's father and returned to Echelpoel.
There was a rude-looking door, but Quest, on trying it, found it locked. They walked around the place but found no other opening. All the time from inside they could hear queer, scuffling sounds. Lenora's cheeks grew paler. "Must we stay?" she murmured. "I don't think I want to see what's inside. Mr. Quest! Mr. Quest!" She clung to his arm.
If you hear anything, I wish you'd let me know. Lenora's quite a particular friend of mine and I am a little anxious." Mrs. Willet smiled knowingly. "I'll let you know certainly, sir," she promised, "and glad I shall be to hear of Lenora's being comfortably settled, after that first unfortunate affair of hers. You'll excuse me a moment. I'm a little slower in my wits than you.
They all gave a little cry as they saw him appear, a trembling, pitiful creature, glancing around like a trapped animal. He commenced to descend the stairs, holding tightly to the banisters. Quest remained on the landing above, his revolver in his hand. French waited in the hall below, also armed. Laura gripped Lenora's arm in excitement. "They've got him now!" she exclaimed. "Got him, sure!"
The evening after he went away, as Carrie lay, half-dozing, thinking of Mag, and counting the weary days which must pass ere her return, she was startled by the sound of Lenora's voice in the room opposite, the door of which was ajar. Lenora had been absent a few days, and Carrie was about calling to her, when some words spoken by her stepmother arrested her attention, and roused her curiosity.
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