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Why don't you ask Bentley?" and before they realized her intention she stooped for the empty lunch box, and with her free hand threw it full force at Louise's head. Dodging it Louise was ready to start after the creature, but before she could do so they saw her reach the water's edge, jump into a skiff and row swiftly away.
If he had not spoken sooner it was because he was too poor, but he had always loved her, he loved her now, and never should love any other woman. He then explained his plan of life in simple and touching terms; he would become Madame Gerard's son and his dear Louise's brother; the union of their two poverties would become almost comfort. Was it not very simple and reasonable?
The bridegroom was only eighteen years of age, the bride as young; but it was considered desirable that the heir-apparent should marry, and Queen Louise's place had remained vacant while her daughter, Princess Charlotte, was still unfit to preside over the Court in her mother's room.
"You needn't tell me the rest," he broke in, his hands savagely opening and shutting. "I guess I understand everything." The words had scarcely left his mouth when from the wagon a man said: "Wait wait, Mister. I got something to say." He sprang to the ground, and ran between Mazarine and Orlando. "This is where I come in," he said, as Louise's face appeared at an upper window, and she listened.
Clifford had turned very pale. "Poll," said she, "do speak, and tell me what you have heard? It is all a mystery to me." "You don't say so," said Miss Whiting, looking relieved. "Well, I didn't more than half believe it myself; but the story is going that your Horace stole his Aunt Louise's breastpin, and sold it to a peddler for a rusty gun." Miss Louise laughed merrily this time.
I entered into public life; I made myself a creditable position; became acquainted with your aunt; we were wedded, and the beauty of her nature embellished mine. Alas, alas! two years after our marriage nearly five years after I had received the certificates of Louise's death I and your aunt made a summer excursion into the country of the Rhine; on our return we rested at Aix-la-Chapelle.
Louise's earnings constituted the surest part of their revenue. What a strange paradox is the social life in large cities, where Weber's Last Waltz will bring the price of a four- pound loaf of bread, and one pays the grocer with the proceeds of Boccherini's Minuet! In spite of all, they had hard work to make both ends meet at the Gerards.
It was still. He examined the body. There was no wound. He peered into the face, and saw the distortion there. "Dead dead!" he said in an awed voice. The husband of Louise was dead. How he died, in one sense, did not matter. Louise's husband was dead; he would torture her no more. Louise was free!
He was in love, he thought complacently, and Lady Louise's eyes had sparkled to-day and her smiles had flashed their bewildering brightness upon him more radiantly than ever before. "How pleased my mother will be!" Sir Everard thought. "I will ask Lady Louise this very night. An earl's daughter though a bankrupt is a fitting mate for a Kingsland."
Louise's cheeks reddened slightly, as she replied with affected carelessness: "If he doesn't care to write, I shall trouble no longer." "He's still abroad, is he not? The last I heard of him was that he was at Monte Carlo with that Ranscomb girl." Mention of Dorise Ranscomb caused the girl's cheeks to colour more deeply. "Yes," she said, "I heard that also."
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