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Updated: June 12, 2025
There was a time, Conway, when I thought you had given your heart to Madalina Demolines." "Heaven forbid!" "And I grieved, because I thought that she was not worthy of you." "There was never anything in that, Mrs Broughton." "She thought that there was. At any rate, she said so. I know that for certain. She told me so herself. But let that pass.
"I don't quite understand," he said, almost in a whisper. Madalina put out one arm towards him, and the fingers trembled. Her lips were opened, and the white row of interior ivory might be seen plainly; but at the present conjuncture of affairs she spoke not a word. She spoke not a word; but her arm remained stretched out towards him, and her fingers did not cease to tremble.
And Lady Demolines, as she spoke, shook her crest, and glared at him, and almost flew at him in her armour. "It may be that nature has given way with me, and that I have been in a dream," said Madalina. "That which mine eyes saw was no dream," said Lady Demolines. "Mr Eames, I have given to you the sweetest name that can fall from an old woman's lips. I have called you my son."
He had become aware that in this little game which he was playing in Porchester Terrace everything ought to be done after some unaccustomed and special fashion. So, having clasped Madalina for one moment in his arms, he made a rush at the room door, and was out on the landing in a second.
"There is some misconception, I mean," said Johnny. "Mother!" said Madalina, turning her eyes from her recent lover to her tender parent; trembling all over, but still keeping her hand extended. "Mother!" "My darling! But leave him to me, dearest. Compose yourself." "'Twas the word that he said this moment; before he pressed me to his heart." "I thought you were fainting," said Johnny. "Sir!"
Madalina Demolines had been right when she talked of her friend Maria's principles. Dobbs Broughton had been so far lucky in that jump in the dark which he had made in taking a wife to himself, that he had not fallen upon a really vicious woman, or upon a woman of strong feeling.
It was then just nine o'clock, and as he had told Miss Demolines, Madalina we may as well call her now, that he would be in Porchester Terrace by nine at the latest, it was incumbent on him to make haste.
"Then perhaps I had better not keep you up." "Your remaining will make no difference in that respect. I don't suppose that I shall be in bed for the next four hours. But do as you like about going." "I am in no hurry," said Johnny. Then he sat down again, stretched out his legs and made himself comfortable. "I have been to see that woman," said Madalina after a pause. "What woman?"
But the page who was accustomed to open the door for him was less false, being young, and would now tell him, without any further fiction, that Miss Madalina was in the drawing-room. Such was the answer he got from the page on this evening. What Madalina did with her mother on these occasions he had never yet discovered.
The moth who flutters round the light knows that he is being burned, and yet he cannot fly away from it. When Madalina had begun to talk to him about women in general, and then about herself, and had told him that such a woman as herself, even one so liable to the disturbance of violent emotions, might yet be as true and honest as the sun, he knew that he ought to get up and make his escape.
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