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Updated: June 9, 2025
Too much excitement, champagne, and lobster salad had engendered the vision no doubt, but it certainly spoiled Miss Darrell's beauty sleep that night. The pleasant days went on April went out May came in. On the tenth of May, the Stuart family, Sir Victor Catheron, and Lady Helena Powyss were to sail from New York for Liverpool.
For Edith, she walked calmly beside him her mind a serene blank. They reached Powyss Place they entered the drawing-room. All were there Trixy lying on a sofa, pale and interesting, Lady Helena beside her, Charley lounging in the recess of a sunny window. All eyes turned upon the newcomers, Trix's with suspicious jealousy.
It was a very tender and womanly heart, despite its pride of birth, that beat in Lady Helena's bosom; and jolly Squire Powyss, who had seen the little wife at the Royals, took sides with his nephew.
"Then a great, an awful horror, fell upon him. Not of the consequence of his crime; only of that which lay so still and white before him. He turned like the madman he was and fled. By some strange chance he met no one. In passing through the gates he flung the dagger among the fern, leaped on his horse, and was gone. "He rode straight to Powyss Place.
She kept nothing, not even her wedding-ring: she placed it among the rest, in the jewel casket, closed and locked it. Then she wrote a letter to Lady Helena, and placed the key inside. This is what she said: * "DEAR FRIEND: When you open this I shall have left Powyss Place forever. It will be quite useless to follow or endeavor to bring me back. My mind is made up.
The face she had seen under the trees of Powyss Place she saw again to-day in the London milliner's parlor. The same darkly handsome, quietly resolute young face, the same gravely beautiful eyes, the same slender, graceful figure, the same silky waves of blackish-brown hair.
"This," the firm, cold voice of Edith said, as Edith's bright, dark eyes fixed themselves pitilessly upon her, "this, Lady Helena Powyss: That the secret which takes him from me is the secret of his mother's murder the secret which he learned at his father's deathbed. Shall I tell you who committed that murder?"
As eleven struck from the turret clock, the thunder of horses' hoofs on the avenue below, came to her dulled ears. A great shudder shook her from head to foot she lifted her haggard face. The lull before the storm was over Sir Victor Catheron had come. Half an hour's rapid gallop had brought Edwards, the valet, to Powyss Place.
Evidently they waited for some one who did not come. They were Lady Helena Powyss and Inez Catheron, of course. "Eight," the elder woman said, laying down her book with a sigh as the clock struck. "If he were coming to-night he would be here before now." "I don't give him up even yet," Inez answered cheerfully. "Young men are not to be depended on, and he has often come out much later than this.
"I will never be able to hold up my head in the county after but she must let Ethel alone. By fair means or foul she must." The day of Lady Helena Powyss' party came a terrible ordeal for Ethel. She had grown miserably nervous under the life she had led the past two weeks the ceaseless mockery of Miss Catheron's soft, scornful tones, the silent contempt and derision of her hard black eyes.
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