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And, in a flash of memory and association, there passed through her mind the vision of the Opera House blazing with lights Iphigenia on the stage, wailing at her father's knees in an agony of terror and despair, and Newbury's voice: "This is the death she shrinks from " And again, as the beautiful form, erect and calm once more, swept stately to its doom: "And this is the death she accepts!"
'The little simpleton! he thought to himself. 'If half of what they say of Lady Montbarry is true, Mrs. Ferrari and her trap have but a poor prospect before them. I wonder how it will end? All Mr. Troy's experience failed to forewarn him of how it did end. In the mean time, Mrs. Ferrari held to her resolution. She went straight from Mr. Troy's office to Newbury's Hotel.
I left him writing to you." The young man's voice was singularly gentle, even deferential. "You read it, I presume?" Newbury made a sign of assent. "Is there any hope for us, Mr. Edward?" Betts turned to look into his companion's face. A slight tremor in the normally firm lips betrayed the agitation behind the question. Newbury's troubled eyes answered him.
She breathed a diviner air, and life ran, hour by hour, with a wonderful intensity, though always haunted by a sense of danger she could not explain. Newbury's claim upon her indeed was soon revealed as the claim of lover, master, friend, in one; his love infused something testing and breathless into every hour of every day they were together.
Returning into England with his father, old Stanley had the misfortune to slab a near relation of my Lord Newbury's, in the Tilt Yard, for which he was committed prisoner to Newgate. Afterwards being released and commanded into Ireland, he carried over with him this son John and procured for him an ensign's commission in a regiment there.
Newbury's dark, expressive face, its proud refinement, its sensitive feeling; the growing realization in her of his strong, exacting personality; the struggle of her weaker will against an advancing master; fascination revolt; of all these things she was conscious as they both sat drowned in the passion of applause which was swelling through the Opera House, and her eyes were still vaguely following that white figure on the stage, with the bouquets at its feet....
You may have seen in the fashionable intelligence of the newspapers, that Lady Montbarry has arrived in London, at Newbury's Hotel. I propose to go and see her. 'The deuce you do! May I ask for what purpose? Mrs. Ferrari answered in a mysterious whisper. 'For the purpose of catching her in a trap!
In how short a time had she allowed Newbury's spell upon her to drive her earlier vague fears of his surroundings and traditions out of her mind! And now it returned upon her intensified that cold, indefinite fear, creeping through love and joy. She turned again to look beseechingly at Newbury. But it seemed to her that she was forgotten. His eyes were on the altar absorbed.
That young man was clearly in pursuit of Marcia. What Marcia's own views were, her mother had not yet discovered. She seemed sometimes glad to see him; sometimes entirely indifferent; and Lady Coryston thought she had observed that her daughter's vacillations tried Edward Newbury's pride sorely, at times. But it would end in a match it was pretty certain to end in a match.
But Lady Coryston shook her head. "Thank you I don't want anything." So for Marcia there was nothing to be done with these weary hours but wait and think and weep! She went back to her own sitting-room, and lingeringly put Newbury's letters together, in a packet, which she sealed; in case well, in case nothing came of her letter of the morning. They had been engaged not quite a month.
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