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Mencke, remarking the adjective for the first time, and looking somewhat annoyed. "How old is he?" "About twenty-three or twenty-four, I should judge," was the reply. A frown settled upon the woman's brow; but after a moment she asked: "Do you consider her dangerously ill, Doctor Norton?" "Yes, madame, she is.
Violet exclaimed, surprised. "Yes; it was not proper for you to go alone." The young girl's face fell; she had hoped her sister wanted to show this tribute of respect to one who had been so kind to her. "Where was she buried?" Mrs. Mencke inquired. "At Spring Grove Cemetery." "Did you go out there?" "Yes," and Violet flushed slightly. "With whom did you ride?" demanded her sister, suspiciously.
Mencke shrank from him with such an expression of awe, fear, and guilt upon her face, that she was instantly self-condemned; every one in the room was as sure that she had caused that lying paragraph, announcing Wallace's death, to be inserted in the paper to mislead Violet, as if she had openly confessed it.
"It is not nonsense, child, for Vane Cameron has formally proposed for your hand in marriage has asked Will's and my consent to win you if he can." "Belle!" Violet turned upon her sister, crimson to the roots of her hair, blank dismay written upon every feature of her fair face. "It is true," Mrs. Mencke continued, "and it is wonderful luck for you.
"She is planning to consult that fellow," Mrs. Mencke said to herself, and reading Violet like a book; "but I will take care that she doesn't get an opportunity to do so." Mrs. Hawley said no more, but arose to take her leave, feeling that she had done all that was wise, for that day, in the furtherance of her friend's schemes.
A coarse, angry oath escaped him, and then he cried out, as he grew crimson with passion: "It is a forgery, cleverly executed for the purpose of gaining his own ends." Lord Cameron colored and drew himself up with dignity, while he remarked, with marked displeasure: "Mr. Mencke, allow me to request you to refrain from profanity in the presence of my mother."
Your dress is just exquisite, and it cost a heap of money, too; but that counts for nothing in comparison with the conquest you have made." Violet could not fail to understand what all this meant. She flushed hotly, and nervously began to pull off her gloves. Mrs. Mencke smiled at the blush; it was ominous for good, she thought.
"But I have not yet decided to go," Violet replied, annoyed that her acquiescence should be thus taken for granted, "and in case I do not I have plenty of everything for my needs at present." "Well, then, Vio, come to keep me company," Mrs. Mencke urged, trying to conceal her real purpose, to keep her sister under her surveillance, beneath an affectionate exterior.
Mencke both agreed that the girl must be dead, and announced their intention of leaving in a few days for Switzerland. Mrs. Mencke was so confirmed in her opinion that Violet was not living that she assumed mourning for her, and while she remained in Mentone her deeply bordered handkerchiefs were never out of her hands, and were frequently brought into ostentatious use.
"Send for him to come directly here, and I will give it at once." Mrs. Mencke regarded her doubtfully. "And it will be " she began. "No!" replied Violet, emphatically, as she paused. "Oh, Violet, I beg of you to be reasonable," pleaded the woman, almost in tears. "Just think what your life must be!
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