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I noticed Don Carlos de Ruiz's card in the salver in the hall as I came in. Was it he, by any chance, who upset you, Myra?" Myra's fair face blushed hotly, and she hesitated before replying. Then, impulsively, she decided to tell her aunt everything, and did so. Lady Fermanagh listened in grave almost grim silence, and with a troubled look in her fine eyes.
"I don't suppose it matters much now whether I am Cojuelo's wife or only his mistress." "His mistress!" Lady Fermanagh was white to the lips as she repeated the words. "You mean that he ?" The hot colour stained Myra's pale face as she met her aunt's eyes, and nodded her red-gold head in shamed assent. "Myra, you are ruined!" Lady Fermanagh almost wailed, wringing her be-ringed hands.
The journey down from town had been as satisfactorily rapid as even Jim Airth could desire. He had caught the train at Charing Cross by five seconds. The hour's run passed quickly in glowing anticipation of that which was being brought nearer by every turn of the wheels. Myra's telegram was drawn from his pocket-book many times. Each word seemed fraught with tender meaning, "Come to me at once."
The moonlight was not more clear and untouched of baleful fire than Myra's sweet eyes looking up at him, and now he was walking the wet pavement of the great metropolis, with the clang and grind of cars all about him, on his way to meet a woman whose life was spent in simulating acts as destructive as Myra's had been serene and trustful.
But I really don't think anyone could be sick in this delightful room," she said, with a long sigh of happiness as her eye went from one pleasant object to another. "Then you like my sort of medicine better than Aunt Myra's, and don't want to throw it out of the window, hey?" "Come, little girl, I've got another dose for you.
His fingers stroked feebly at the twisted coils of Myra's pale, honey-colored hair. His lips quivered. "Finished. All over for both of us. Butchered like beef by a crazy fool. Maybe I'm crazy too," he said in a husky whisper. "It don't seem natural a man should feel like I've felt for months. I didn't want to feel like that. Couldn't help it. I've lived in hell you won't savvy, but it's true.
"He air mine now," she answered slowly, raising her head, "and I stays here with him till he dies." "Nope; ye be a-comin' to my shanty to-morry. Mammy air expectin' ye.... And ye'll be glad to come afore I gets done with ye!" Tess shivered. She remembered Myra's broken wrist, and heard again the woful cry from the other squatter girl as she told of the harm done her.
"I er I am willing to believe that you have not seriously been trying to steal Myra's affections away from me, or that possibly Myra may have taken you too seriously." "How can a mere man hope to read what is in the heart of a woman?" responded Don Carlos, helping himself to a cigarette.
Lady Fermanagh sat silent for a full minute, then suddenly she rose and laid her hands on Myra's shoulders. "Myra Rostrevor, answer me truthfully," she commanded, with a searching glance. "Are you, or are you not, in love with Don Carlos?" "I I don't know," Myra answered, shaking her head distractedly.
The tired young mother allowed her hungry gaze to fall upon the quiet infant. "Tessibel, yer brat " But Tessibel bounded out of the door, over the snow-covered rocks like a deer. She would not lose the sweetness of the kiss in Myra's warning words that penetrating holy kiss she had treasured for seven long days and nights.
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